Jasmine for midnight recovery

Rinse the rice clean,
Water it down in weight
Filth to be lifted.
Rinse the rice clean
Let fallaway the few,
water them down the drain
For a life more subdued.
So the rice is rinsed well,
Still murky, but it’ll do.
After all, it’s for the pot,
to be soaked in a hot stew,
And such as all spirit forged seedlings,
It is swelled through and through,
Fogged glasses as proof.
Fluffed rice now to consume
Over the list of loves to be lost.

PG

Never seen, Never Remembered

I made magic in your eyes, a real regret to hold because you loved me, and I let you. I was practicing myself in the fallthrough. Then the let go, you saw. You witnessed just to fall victim to the view from inside me, and we shoved more than we fucked. Yes, I’m more ashamed than I am lovely or alone. But those are the nights when I’m longing to be in someone’s view.

PG