Death is a Friend by Aylin Roland
If I am to know death
as a friend and not a foe,
I’ll take her hand and whisper,
“I’ll never let you go.”
We could walk through the garden,
down the street or take a bus.
We could do anything we like,
just the two of us.
We could talk for hours
about life and love.
How every day is unlike another,
how we are never good enough.
If I am to know death,
she could tell me her secret
and I’ll keep my lips closed tight
with every intention to keep it.
In time we’ll grow closer
just as good friends do.
Death and I together.
It’s like I always knew.
Don’t look back she said on the wobbling log.
Stream an unstrung washing machine;
leaves traffic cops redirecting the light.
I was nine, when the tectonic plates shifted between my parents.
The buildings collapsed all around me, as I held my mother’s hand at 2 am, and slept at my neighbours. My body shrank inside the warm blanket, as if I was lying on a crescent shaped moon.
If you ever remember me,
By the falling of raindrops on
Our forgotten words
Do not let me bleed in pain,
Make me bleed in poems.
I was a singer that could not sing
a writer that could not write
frozen in ice
living in sub zero conditions
with no knowledge of fire making
Delicious light licks at the window pane,
Piercing glass to filter and refract.
Eager it springs, darting into corners
So long sunk in darkness.
Swirls of drape entwining veins of desires
Slender fingers flipping pages of heart
Twist of hues now vividly her eyes fires
Infatuation thorns hold love apart
I talk to you of the distances
between us. However not feeling
one and still asking you, what’s
The land was green and crowned with grains
Ocean tides rolled droplets of gold on the shores
Birds roamed the heavens whispering melodies
That resonated in our hearts;
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