TamaraFakhoury

Colors ......... I, I am nothing In this world, just a crumb Yes, a crumb Though I hear and I see, and I touch Yes, I touch And your heart I often feel, Beating against my own breast Warmth It is to feel such Such vibrant colors of another, pleasantly So pleasantly, blending with yours Calmly flowing into places, I never knew Never even imagined And suddenly, Yes, suddenly, I realize Though colorless You prefer to appear, You are so colorful So colorful Inside

Rising ........ I am Worthless, pathetic Byronically incorrect Watching this cold flourescence Left here to occupy my sight While my consciousness flutters Heavy eyelids, they fall But I I rise Ascending here, I may watch you Holding my thoughts with trembling hands You pause, You mention the weather And I Yes, I shiver

Occupation ................ Conquered We are Embracing watery moments With quick breaths Such sweet alignment, is this Here, as I lay So happy, beneath you

Villain ......... Here, I am The Villain Having triumphed over my encumbered mind Having tricked my own flesh And consciousness Into believing And yes, So often pretending To feel, even to witness Your presence Here, As I believe You have become the warmth Even the comfort I feel in my bed

With Anticipation ........................ Tender Breath, I do beseech you Call upon thy day As it may lay upon my night I've painted skies upon my wall Yearning for darkness, That it may fall, Oh Tender Breath, Send me a breeze Blow me some lonely breath So that I may be calmed, For one moment more

Susurration ................ An intake of breath, Deep and sickly, so sweet Dry warnings, And a chorus of coughing We are breathing Perhaps meeting, Images of warmth between two fingers And another intake Just to blow away my time From Cancer's Pen, I wish to draw Scribbled lines across our wrists "Just a painting" you muse The favorite color To decorate our days Wisely wasted Between the winds And an inextinguishable Fire We are burnt Arms and lips clutched, Tied down and raw A raspy voice to sooth the skin, And then, Your sweet solution Smoky pauses Amidst sketched faces, Is it wrong to think? Withouth

Rebellion of the Oratory .................................. Resting here, I will implore This possible allignment, The spectator As always Beneath the keyhole, where I will bend This lock, suitably at hand And I feel, I must link arms and favor These complacent shadows, For they are, still My army of redundant dyes They pass the time So that I may take to heed The ticking of The Second Hand And i do believe, beyond this chair Calculations, they do have meaning Though maybe some day, I might beseech Myself, for this foggy eloquence Impossible, I find the sum Another number to watch, here In this array of plays, sketche

Elipsis ......... With warmth, He speaks to me Amidst careful pauses and chosen words, An artist Forever sculpting devoted tongues Into my complication The solace to my jaded eyes He sooths intricity With doting breathe and gentle hands, And I still feel them As they close, Perfectly Casing these pitiful wrists In my head     I still see you            Head upon fists                   As I once held you                         While we waited                               For explosions I Miss You Tragically