She's the leaf
that falls
from the tree.
The wind,
And the twig;
A soft August.

#ts #ssn

https://telegra.ph/la-vie-est-Belle-09-16

By Michael A Tupu

I have not been loved by many,
And I have not loved too many.
The moon seldom has a word,
And that keeps us a sad world.

#ts #tftos

But at times I envy her silence—
Maybe those are words in abundance.
The night will keep the sun a secret,
But honestly, we are one basket.

#ts #tftos

I had thought
That a lover
Would get it
When I was
Drowning &
Dying in that
Silence.

#ts #pgnt

She was too scared
to get closer to
anyone. Perhaps
the thought of yet
loving another soul
affrighted her more
than her desolation.

#ts #pgnt

The rain and a clean window are a chance to look back at the running years.

I wish pictures held days in their palms, but infact, these days run away like teenagers from their mothers.

And we hunt after memories, just to make them, just to make them. And never, never do we realize, "These are gonna beleaguer us."

We were meant to live forever.

#ts #nss #de

There's a hidden world out there,
And we can love each other silently.
Hold my hand, my love. Come,
And no one will get between us.

#ts #btf

But fate does not twist.
For if ever it does,
Then it does not exist,
Or does it ever?

#ts #nss

But if the moon
ever got nigh,
I swear, the night
wouldn't go halfway
before I kissed
her forehead.

#ts #mn

One of these summer days
I'm going to shake your hand
With the most honest of smiles,
And you will tell by my eyes
That this history we have is over.
We love when we forgive,
And forgive when we forget,
But darling, we live when we live.

#ts #btf

I miss the rainstorms,
I long for meaningful chaos.
My, the street trees and figures
Know too well those whispers,
And slow dances under the moon.
I think I'm used to this music,
But tonight the drums hit different.
I'm immersed into this water,
The art of loving something
That is taking my breath away
The art of holding onto nothing.

#ts #fg

Oh love,
Close your eyes.

Oh love,
Open your eyes.

"Sondela kumi."

Come here,
My love.
Lay, lay here.

"Ulekhaya kumi."

Here, love, here.
You have
A love, here.

You have
A home, here.

#ts #lh

I have held a flower
I have held a butterfly

I've heard a bird sing
I've heard a sax ring

I have held a ring
I have seen spring

I have kissed winter
I have been bitter

It's cold up here
Please don't disappear

#ts #clmr

Silence is all. It reveals what the world keeps a secret. And she is the world.

"So who have you loved before me? What have you allowed to take you, that I have to be envious of?" I ask her.

Questions are like oceans. That is what she says. They make silence make a sound. And yes, that is how beauty is found, when silence makes a sound.

Her eyes speak the way butterflies take off. I don't know how butterflies take off, but I've seen them. I've watched them glide. I've seen her eyes. You know she's going home. You know she is home. And without saying, I love that about her freedom. I love that about her freedom.

"The horizon," she says. "Myself, water— any water, flowers, and nights, without regret."

There are many versions of her sighing, but I'd surely eat one if it were a burger. It makes her smile without smiling, y'know. I believe a smile is a travel.

She begins with her heart making quiet hiccups, and ends with a smirk, so much a wink with her ocean lips. I have been in those.

And this is what I'll get used to. You can tell she's proud of her thoughts, and that is just. A woman has to be proud of her thoughts.

But I have to keep the night rolling, as does a full moon. So I ask, "How about now, what has changed?" I pretend not to count the heap of chaos that she'd let consume her.

And this time she goes the rest of the journey, and still, sighed. Her smile is as sure as an old moon.

"My, you've become all of it. You've become everything.

I look at the rising sun and say, 'Right, that is him. That is the horizon. My chaos.'"

#ts #btf