Manner of ingress yet inexplicable!

They chew interminably, greedily.
They nibble at anything-
Pieces of furniture, carpet, metal.
Even my jungle boots.

They lick voraciously, noisily.
They mop clean spoons, plates
Pots of soup then disappear with the meat.
Even my tooth brush!
Creepy crawly prowlers!

My mini library of late ,
Now their relished adventure;
My literature, a potpourri
Of ****, saliva, and stale spill.
Perhaps they too read.
From a safe crevice of my privacy,
They peer at me, at my helplessness
At my restlessness, mocking my anguish.
Smelly jumpy nocturnal mice!

Your souls are the seeds in the wind

I open my arms wide

Hoping to catch them in my dreams

I can barely see them
                  Their very presence

But I can feel them

Rippling through me

Blooming

Ever-expanding

Tiny specks of twinges of love

That form

Brief little lightning

                                    Giving me life

Boy,
I don't mean to sound like a *****,
But take your arm off my shoulders.
This body is mine.

Don't slide your hand up my leg
Like your fingers are lost and looking for a home.
Don't assume that I want to touch you
This body is mine.

This body,
She has climbed mountains
And swam in the ocean,
Walked through forests and crowds and battles
Like you will never know.

If I am hesitant to be with you,
Know that it is not your right
To be offended.

I am striving to reach
Peace
With this vessel I call home,
I will put her first.

I'm not sorry to tell you:
This body is mine.

Death walks the most eerie places.
He lives in the depth of the restless seas,
glides on the wings of the howling wind;
He roams the wild, lurks in the trees,
Inside the dancing forest;
The inevitable fate of man
At him stares right from a bird’s nest.

Death walks the most eerie places:
In the murk, on the tall palm trees,
Inside those things that bring joy
And comfort and peace –even a child’s toy,
The lowest cliffs, the highest mountains
Reeks of his stale smell that never wanes.
In the air, unhindered by the strongest walls
As silent as a cat’s footfalls,
And as weightless as an hair strand,
He hovers around many a land.


The subtle fire that burns in a lady’s eyes
And the sweetness of his words therein lies
In the deepest of heart
Even in the apple right from the start.

Death walks the most eerie places;
His face is on the dollar bill,
In the most finest wine,
In the precious gem and stones,
Inside the gold mine;
He watches the mortals toil
Endlessly, both small and tall,
Even the rich and poor.
He laughs at the vanity of all.

We  hope for the sun.
For the glorious dawn.
But hope, like a million years away.
Stares at us from afar.
In the thick, scary gloom,
We ***** for the twinkling stars.

Drenched in the peltering rain,
We hope for sunshine,
And a smiling tomorrow
We hope for bread and wine
From *****,lying walls.
We hope and feed on soothing lies
From smooth criminals

Today still in our childlike faith
We wait and hope.

Now my window is opened,
So is my tender heart.  
Uninvited again the early
Morning breeze rushes in,
And in agony my candle flame cries out.
It bends and uncoils like we did
When we kissed the night before.
Dawn will soon come
And ****** away the darkness.
It will chase away the icy nasty nightly wind.

In seconds, clothes well ironed
And books properly read
Will be heading northwards –
7-hour drive from wild wide west
Like eternity from my new found love.
Cupid arrows deep within my veins
Pain and pleasure –
The inseparable twins of love
Are here like the August visitors.
Do they visit you too?

Last night the angry wind
Had come like a thief
Unblinking, bold and stubborn.
But it met me in you and you in me.
The fire in your beautiful tearful eyes
Brought out the man in me.
Last night, the ****** drums
In our hearts trembled, rocked
And exploded with reckless abandon
To the sweet rhythm of love.