I am feeling Tender.

But not in the way that a rosebud
is tender or a soft pastel blanket is tender.
But more like the kind
of goosepimpling Tenderness
that one feels on their skin
immediately after an incredibly passionate

©Melissa Cesarano 2014  

Hudson River

It is nice
to watch the sailboats sway like metronomes
on the Hudson river water ripples-
and not to think it strange
when, in time, the surface flattens
and all the sails are laid to rest.

©Melissa Cesarano 2014

Independence (Day)

Independence (Day)

"We have this idea that love is supposed to last forever. But love isn’t like that. It’s a free-flowing energy that comes and goes when it pleases. Sometimes, it stays for life; other times it stays for a second, a day, a month or a year. So don’t fear love when it comes simply because it makes you vulnerable. But don’t be surprised when it leaves either. Just be glad you had the opportunity to experience it."

— Neil Strauss

The Act of Arrival

Arriving, you emerged like a screaming lotus
from the torn petals
of the panting poinsetta plant-

and clawing down the canal,
you Arrived,
lubricated by a mix of
fluid and feces.

Flashing a gummy grin and
having no recollection
of the collective destruction
left behind in the wake of
your Arrival,

you stretched out your arms
as if to say,

'I'm sorry'.

©Melissa Cesarano 2014



"The year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with my own hands. the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. the year i made peace and love, right here."

— Warsan Shire

I am a Maiden.

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"Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning."

— Sylvia Plath

"if our secrets are secrets because we are told to be ashamed, then we must share them."

— Warsan Shire

"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit."

— Aristotle

"If one heart can mend another
Only then can we begin”

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Pink Upon the Quantum

We move like continents,
sneaking in centimeters,
slipping slow like molasses,
in sinuous indiscernible strides-
troping slightly toward the sun.

And sometimes we quake-
boiling over-
just as the ocean will sometimes pound
its fists upon the earth,
crushing edge with
doubled edge,
stretching forward
to the tissue anew
tearing softly at our sinews-

a moment most unexpected,
is conceived.

But mostly we,
the unseen and quiet,
make our voices heard
in the subtle starlight
of a many vast unknowns.

This Man,
he is naked, you see,
with impatient eyes,
perplexed about the blooming-

Had he missed the time eclipsed
to pin her petals pink upon the quantum?

Perhaps she, had
lightly slipped,
night, whilst he,
in a gossamer deep dream sleep,


© 2014 Melissa Cesarano

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Surreptitious Kissing

I want to say that
forgiveness keeps on

dividing, that hope
gives issue to hope,

and more, but of course I
am saying what is

said when in this dark
hallway one encounters

you, and paws and
assaults you—love

affairs, fast lies—and you
say it back and we

blunder deeper, as would
any pair of loosed

marionettes, any couple
of cadavers cut lately

from the scaffold,
in the secluded hallways

of whatever is
holding us up now.


— Denis Johnson