Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not

No more power-play
Fixated on fake arrangements
That hang off each neck  
I try not to show up
All in faded days

Trigger happy
Finger driven
Don't lift my body
Just my spirit
Is it weird
That I don't always
Like sensual
Unusual at best
I'm used to my human  I guess
I am another animal
let out all my anomalies
& scream for closure,
For criticism,
For Recognition

A cowboy and a gun
Are never done
With each other,
Because they are rather
Having a lot of fun.

Morning                                              
           ­                                                   hour
                           Jasmine-scented
    breeze
             Wafted in,
                                              slowly
        ­      Fusing  
                                   with the smell
                                                             Of earth...(rain-drenched)
                            ~

   Redolent              of
                     old,               rainy days
        and                                  
                                        intermittent
                        Sunshine.
   


             Mellow morning

that love still lingers between my bones,
time stopped, resumed in monotone.
you're tumbling, skipping through red,
my reverie, it's settled in flesh.
each cross shall guide us till the next,
we hide, escape, yet follow these steps.

if we by chance meet in the face of the sea,
let's keep each other company.
if i find you in the waves between,
my god, that's when you'll know,
i'm already half in love with you.