Aseel’s Reviews > Cables to Rage > Status Update

Making it
My body arcing across your white place
we mingle color and substance
wanting to mantle your cold
I share my face with you
but love becomes a lie
as we suffer through split masks
seeking the other half-self.
We are hung up
in giving
what we wish to be given
ourselves.

Sowing

speak to you as a friend speaks
or a true lover
not out of friendship or love
but for a clear meeting
of self upon self
in sight of our hearth
but without fire

fearing
we may neither love nor dismiss

Death is a word you can say now
pain is mortal