Amidst the daisies,
all I could see,
was you.

Just us alone,
beneath blue sky.

You beside me, eyes closed,
wind tracing its fingers
through your hair,
bathed in sunlight,
your soft smile lingering.

Oh, how I envy them—
for giving you a peace
I can only dream of.

This is not kissing, this is
Painting memories on skins
Burning desires on your lips
It’s writing, it’s dancing, it’s fighting
It’s exciting and it’s frightening
It’s us in union
It’s love in unison
It’s not kissing, that’s missing
The point, It’s
More.

_M.

When there’s light
at the end of a tunnel
and the tour
of it’s darkness is done
May we never make
the careless mistake
of missing our time in the sun

Distant
As dusk
Seems to darken the mood
When so much these days
Recollection
Still eludes
And the longer
I sit
And I stare
Contemplating
Dumbfounded
It scares me
And leads to berating
These strangers
So oddly
Familiar
Yet I
Can’t recall who it was
Earlier
I made cry
It’s as if
I’m aware
I don’t want to be rotten
But all reasons why
Are becoming
Forgotten

Live life for now
Multiply yourself into the consciousness of others
Intertwine yourself into their memories
Bond your fates,
Love

Before time shrinks our loving spirit into nothingness
And all that'll remaining, is a memory
And hopefully a smile.

Your presence renders me mute,
My thoughts—
awash with ecstasy.
My mouth,
forever pursuing the right words,
But they’ll never come.
Your beauty, indescribable by man.
But the Birds?
They speak of you every day.

Your eyes—
a reflection of the branches that harbor them
Your hair—
a fresh moss,
basking in beams of morning light.
Your skin—
smooth as river stone,
resilient to the current’s embrace
Your touch—
a gentle breeze,
a flower’s bloom.

But your smile…
The birds speak nothing of it
For even nature is eclipsed by its radiance
Assuredly, the Sun longs to match its brilliance—
And fails.