All along my unconscious
has been consumed by your
beauty which is below
the threshold of my wakefulness

Yet I crave it

You're not of classical beauty
but such a timeless white Lily
whose pureness grasps the mind
And remind me that I'm alive

For its adoration, essence is not
in form but in the method
Your quirkiness captures
my infinite imagination

You keenly read the mapping
of my unrestrained tears
Your pureness lies in innocence
Mine in experience

A kind of beauty

Slice the sun
Wield Its nucleus
Feel the throbs
Of its light
That's me
Part of you
No half-life
Me and you

In this dark night
I still feel I possess my shadow
I feel it linger fiercely
Palpating my ego
Walking tall on walls
Like shadows of wavy flames
Of a heated bonfire

The night superimposes
its darkness over my shadow
Waiting to prowl in the dawn
Beneath the blossoming sunrise
Sharp beams of light spread
In this heat wave I can still feel
The coldness of my tender breath

Pry the  demons who want to undo
my philosophy
Smother my dreams to fading mist
Demons latent in a soulless shadow
I can still unleash my fettered self
Because no light no shadow.

Moon dangles for ages
Stare as men rage
The sun sunning
Unreachable gold shinning

Our hearts shaking with blood
To pump life in our deeds
Wither not till you're mine
Shun the paths of villain

A love clot in my eyes
So sad your byes
Death stealth as a wave of sleep
Abandoned souls do weep

Dearth of pulse we delve
In this earth we know but leave
The sighing of the last breath
So you try to stop the wrath

Wail for certainty sons
Write your names on the sun
As you swear to change ways
For which you stirred in days.

My heart sunbathed in your shimmer
So lost my magical lover
When I hear a door knock
I rush with my feeble knees to unlock
Peer through the peephole
Thought my lover has found home
So expectant are my bruised eyes

My heart, your pendulous dart board
And you're aiming for the bullseye
Scarred by peripheral attempts
My heart has evolved
Stronger and braver than ever

The churning blood in its chambers
Has made its dark caves cope
Races against time in its tender throbs
And no more
I'm not as yesterday.

It's true you hear a cracking sound
When my eyes blink
Dry eyes wide stuck in the dark
Effort to shut them in silence
But you still hear the squeakiness

All because we dream together
On the same pillow our skins kiss
You tell me stories of what made you
And It's plain to see
They are not different from mine
Except that I always played in the rain
Of  which rain taught me to make signals
Whenever I am to date

I feel dryness of my sweatless skin
Here comes the bleed from my pores
Side effects of time travel to the beloved.