The Curse of Rupture

The Curse of Rupture

I

Ever since the fall of days

the blankness in her eyes speaks solitude

I'm overwhelmed with rupture as birds' jungles

whirling and breaking free

Ever since

a line I wish to erase, just to

step aside and grasp its concept

yet

its curse arrests me

polishing my name of dirt and feathers

fall

into tumid days

behind massive trees where bats nestle

II

Today we went for a walk

Instead of hands, the hollow

of their touch and shattered clouds

roaming across the blues

through our veins

night ashes blown, settle

as the days and the bones and the feathers

once mine

once ours

definitely a need pinning its way

into rupture

a break through amber cast skies

Tomorrow I expect nothing

but rain taking wing

© 2016, José Coelho