Hungry For Darkness

Your voice -

there was a dissonance

among an affection -

maybe

the dusk falling

from above the mountain

skyline of birds hungry for

darkness

your voice – damn - so sweetly

played within

my private yard

now the surge of metal feathers

scraping

inside still the memory

caressing our landscape

forbidden crevices, ingeniously drawn

as kisses, daily

picked up from your skin's ribs

and melting

form, content, the strange displacement

of the surface in you, in me

and I – hearing your voice -

follow the track left by

my own steps

forgetting the texture of soil and

direction escaping me

as notion

out

there in the wild this valley

is huge

I wish for the night now

that your voice

is ebbing towards the shore

I'll lie quietly

waiting

to catch its warmth

and drown.

© 2016, José Eduardo Coelho

Masumi's Voice

Masumi's Voice

“It was a day to forget.

Too tired, I receive a call from a friend

I have long decided to cut on.

Shit! we used to be good, the best among the

best, until he screwed it up

or I, so he says.”

Masumi's no longer mad

at his friend   He just reminds himself

daily, he has to

And now the phone call, so

unexpectedly – unlisted number – coming

ashore with its devilish army of memories

foaming sound and

vision wrapping a marble surface

where head's going to

knock

hard

“There was a moment, deeply

sad, when his heart bounced

down the flume. I thought I would

cry.”

Later, he writes it all down   No

need to forgive   No need

to forget

© 2015, José Eduardo Coelho

Voice

Voice

Unknown

timbre

bundled

Aging skin recording

midriff

reveries

there

Meltwaters gather

their crystal memories

and listen

insulted

Tors

huge as mountain's

innards

roar

then

with all her strength she

screams

to the sky

© José Coelho, 2015