NYMPHAEA

i lay my head next to your concave chest,
that floods with rain water at night.

blue water lillies spin,
their budding faces peaking up to bloom.

rising through your depths,
they come as the sun through
the day, and i watch them.

the night is soft, and they move to your heart,
that sings audibly through your missing rib.

luminescent, glowing sweetly,
their budding faces bloom toward me.

i want to touch the petals,
hold them in my palm
and kiss you softest. 

i would take them out of you, 
let them come to my hands inside you,
and be stolen from you concave chest,

but i don't.
for fear of ruining such
sleepy flowers in the moonlight.

SOFT PEACH SKIN

so clearly i suddenly see

you and me together

in one set of eyes

my thoughts lead

to this image

of such beauty

i over flow with love

and begin to cry.

i'm making a poetry booklet that will be ciculated around aucklands cbd - if you want one, holla c: piupiumaya@gmail.com

let my mind collapse.

i am a tectonic plate,
pushing myself down,
pulling at the borders.

i'm just waiting
for the eruption,
i can feel it boiling
under my luminescent skin.

" FOR EVERY RESPONSE,

A PEBBLE IN THE POOL,

MY HEART IS A STRING TIED TO A BALLOON "

a performance for the fundraiser for LONELY MIAOW

09/03/2013 - AUDIO FOUNDATION - 16:00

you pine for before,
and it made me sad
for now, because i
pine for the now. at
first, maybe, it seared
the side of my breast,
until, after it looped
around i caught it.
holding your sadness,
i hope to disintegrate
it with acidic fingertips.

BREAKTHOUGHTS

1
it was winter when i started coming up,
now its summer and i'm going down.

2
i guess i thought it would
be a different scene of different
atmospheric pressure and i was right.

3
there is no break from the move -
i slip, and slice a line through the
grass, and he takes me out.

4
i guess i knew i was this
way of curves and holes.