Poems from Kris Alexander
I’ve fallen in love with the light-
A warm, honey-coloured being
Whose movements mimic
The cascading torrent
Of a summer monsoon.
His...
I’ve been taught to hate myself
And fear myself.
To suppress it all,
to collapse and cut away
At the parts of me that
Are shriveled and...
Soft blankets reluctantly pool in a heap,
Still warm from your body,
As you rise up--
Stretching languidly.
Yawning softly you slip out of...
Perhaps I could have spared my lungs
the weight of an infinite sea-
Had my name not slipped so sweetly,
So carelessly,
From between your...
I am all angles and edges.
Too sharp to be held-
Too jagged to be touched.
I am made of rough, cracking hands,
with restless fingers that...