Two Years
(A very personal poem…)
Two years,
It’s been two years —
The tides have shifted
On sand replaced
By lesser sand
Spitting salak stones
Through morbid
Crawling
Nights
Your fingers left your marks
Of fire on my lukewarm skin
Your lips shine in this
Perfect lack of symmetry
As they have been
In longest summer
Winter and summer again,
As doors closed when
Dream hinges failed to
Keep them opened
To return
Borneo,
Horizon line through
This cage of sentiment
With haunting moments of
Naked skin on naked skin
That scream through oceans,
Forests, mountains,
Your name as loud
As then
And following three words
Unheard, unspoken,
But waiting still
For you to claim
For they are yours alone