Desire.

(You would fly over, and kiss me at the airport).

Open Heart Surgery is a newsletter devoted to exploring metamorphosis, unravelling, questioning and healing. I write essays and poems in service to personal and collective liberation - the personal, political, social, cultural and spiritual realms are all present here. This is a space for divergent thinking and open hearts.

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DESIRE.

(You would fly over, and kiss me at the airport).

Desire returned,
After lingering darkness -
Your face, in my night dreams,
Became somebody else’s.

He had brown eyes - 
He was fiction,
But I saw the way he looked at me.
His desire was mine.

I think about you often - 
Too much. 
More than you would ever remember 
Me, I’m sure.

I imagine you now
And I recall the past as a comfort,
I remember your warmth 
Under forgotten sheets.

Fantasy is a beast.
You would fly over 
And kiss me at the airport,
I’d be waiting, of course, 

Like I always do.

I’d say: Why did it take you so long?
And you’d laugh, the way you do,
And tell me you just needed time. 
So I mastered patience. 

Hope is a beggar,
And memory likes to torment.
You are a ghost - 
You have become folklore.