a sensation of him

Author: Rory Sorenson

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Teach me your secret so I can see

the way you listen to your world.

Can I give you something broken?

Would you fix it

or remake it

or just let me be?

*

We spoke once in a dream you had

I forgot what you said when I asked you to

give me a truth.

I kissed the question

to your hand,

and held its echo to my ear.

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You should know

I think

A part of you

will always be inside me.

(Or maybe me in you).

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Describe your favourite sound to me.

And why it looks that way.

I found a story for you to whisper,

or roar,

or both.

Just keep it hidden in your lungs.

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Because salvation found me early,

—being baptised by your tongue—

you must carry my misdeeds from now.

But you will be my burden

when I am

fluent in speaking you.

*

I’ll let you close enough

to love me if you promise that

it’s only pretend.

And you can leave

now please.

*

Take my feet

into your hands,

and press me to the ground.

When it storms, I

smell you in the rain.

(Have you ever tasted lightning?)

It reminds me of your scent

when we first met for the last time.

*

I’d missed you for eternity

when I heard you hiding moments

in tomorrow.

You sing in your sleep

sometimes

when you think no one can hear your breath.

*

Let me act like

this is our final night together.

I’ll return.

Promise.

Just give me something for my journey,

so I can hold on to my home—

Your calloused hand.

Before I go,

I’ll leave you with

the map your eyes traced

on my skin.

You could find your way to me.

Or not.

*

When I’ve waited forever to feel you

Beautiful Man,

what’s a few more moments apart?

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Featured image courtesy of Mona Khaleghi via Unsplash

burning home

Author: Girish Gupta 

Featured image by Jen Theodore, courtesy of Unsplash

CW: this poem includes references to self-harm and suicide. 

I see these walls burn,

as the heat scorches through my skin

and I wonder to myself,

is this the hottest it could have been?

 

A flame catches in my sleeve

as I scream and scream and scream

A glass shatters on the floor,

all the pain turns me green

 

I can feel the loss of breath

as I starve to survive

I remember all my laughter

but pain has been my life

 

I remember the days I’d fly

high above the ground

They’d look at me and wonder,

who is that so proud?

 

And I feel me lose myself

as I dwell on fears and worries

But what really slows me down

are all these worldly hurries

 

I ponder and decide

to put the fire out

despite the scars it’s given me

Indeed, my scars are loud

 

And I inhale and gulp the heat

as I stand here, just me

Without bells or whistles or glitter

this is the prettiest I can be

 

I know just in this moment

why I gave up the chance to fly

And I know how to just walk past

all the times I’m asked ‘why?’

 

I’ve just got to be me,

that is my deepest desire

Yet the lack of this is why

I have lit my house on fire.