Luna Costa

The Lack Thereof

I am the other
no problem, no solution
just a neglected resolution
like the gardens you planted
and the seeds that never grew.

I am the other
no christ, no devil
just a nagging human reflection
of a futile antagonist
in stories by atheists.

I am the other
the glass when it shatters
the breaking not the breaker
the early winter sun
that finds you naked.

liquid sunshine

If you can feel this, let me know.

tingling sensations of dewy spray
wispy tales of wind
swirling at the apex of sensual
speak wonders that
whirl every aspect
that is perception