Cicadas

They were loud at night
keeping company in the day
I can't hear them now.

Surfacing feelings

The heart mustn't stir
The tears must be locked away
The smile must stay there

Silent heat

Heavy beads of sweat
Like tired hot rain touching me
I walk carelessly

The truth

You think I'm funny
You think I'm original
Me, I'm just a shell

The African wave

Does the city melt
or do we drag it with us
as we liquefy?

The day after the rain

The new light widens
filling this room and my body
not my heart, it's gone

Waiting is better

Can't feel anything
But this warm melting inside
When I think of you