As I lay holding my arms close to my bosom
I listen to the cuckoo singing inside me
my heart and my arms heaves in tandem with it’s tune
she is far away singing to this sad melody
and I cringe right here turning and tossing thru this stagnant day
not knowing how far this can carry my frayed nerves
or how close her scream is to my core
the hues that never crossed my mind
the colors that I chose from the open sky
that scrap of breath she stole from my grasp
that chill she spent up my spine
that gray sky she made me paint across this hive
my wishes create heavens and make them fly in oblivion
my deft fingers shut my lips lest they utter curses
my heart attempts to bleed till it’s clean of dark alleys
to reach the time where I hold myself against that post
where we lay one day and sat listening to silence
the river bank where we installed tents for our rendezvous’
is witness to it torn apart in shreds
and I scream with my cuckoo from the deep of my bosom
this cuckoo sings in the garb of frivolous desire
to throw me off my guard in reckless despair
resolves to sing those songs of life that were hitherto never known
shed tears in dried eyes that are unable to bear.
