when water tastes like bitter almond

I wouldn’t dare

to go further at my will

where all the shades

of darkness

disappear,

from where the fear

retreats in shame.

where

every drop of rain,

on its descend,

recites the seconds

by the names:

and-one, and-two,

and-three, and-four…

to the infinity of ends,

without end

~NKO 3/28/13

not as it seems

not as it seems

honey is not about the sweetness

 -viscosity?

as bees not about the honey

 -labor?

flowers are not about the bees

 -pollination?

and the ground is not about the  flowers

 -fertility?

your eyes are blue like water in the sky

like a road for the rain to travel

like the blood in my veins

when oxygen is a scarcity

when midnight mixed with solitude

the words are  trash or a code

but not a thought not

even the reflection of it

c:NKO 3/15/13

I want to live

I want to live

                without tomorrow,

like an autumn leaf, still attached,

touched by the breath of winter.

cold…

breath…

I want to live like a ship,

separated with the land,

embraced by tides, wind

and  bones of the abandoned moon.       

…a feather upon

the violence of restless sea.

I want to live like a migrating bird,

driven by  the harmony of invisible lines,

blinded by the fate of the moment.

…as a whisper

of the departed thought,

a surge of red through the spider web

of blue.

I want to sleep without dreams:

wrapped in a tight cocoon of my own skin,..

still and absent,

reduced to the droplet

 that never breaks

~c:NKO 2013