SWEET CRIES & WHISKEY


Ten hours exactly after work, 
your eyes smile through my inner tears. 
With my silence, I write a poem inside of 
me: "You're worth it and you matter."

We are surrounded by glowing stars, 
creating a new chapter on forever love. 
We talk about every memory, sweet cries & whiskey, 
as if it is an obligation to pleasure the cosmos.

Nobody is ahead of us or behind our grief. 
The moon engraves our feelings into the hearts of stars. 
I will live by burying my tears and making you smile. 
Your thoughts are like a mother's prayers for her child.

With my love for you, I'm not afraid of death. 
The lust of being body to flesh, 
it numbs me for your bare breast. 
Don't let people know how much I adore you.

Thirty-four years old and still can't express 
my joyful dreams when I see a wooden chair, 
rusty hanging cords & a knife with blood stains. 
Waiting for me to finish my cigarette and my poem.

25/09/2023

BHP

A Moment To Breathe 

With every breath I take, 
I want you by my side.
Or is this your love I am breathing?
Even though I don't deserve a moment to breathe.

Why do some friends judge us as
Two burning cigarettes in an ashtray,
or cheap liquor and generic cigarettes?
Last night, my favorite liquor sang my sorrows loudly.

Oh woman, I love you like a sad alcoholic.
I'm depressed like nicotine to my drinking alcohol.
This is my first time digging a grave for the bodies 
of my childhood, since this war has taken their lives.

Inside of me, there are aches, regrets, and open wounds.
Between you and me, there is a love flavored with honey.
Take me to your destination, I will be your retired sailor.
Where we can breathe in the fragrance of fruit trees and exhale the tobacco.