High on all of the places, I shouldn't survive
-afraid of heights; above myself but also
uncomfortable being so low towards others

Solo: in feeling I must
face all my pains alone

                    That's a notion highly questioned

Adrift in time, I wander down
a long-neglected path, heading straight
for the essence of my being, into the hidden
corners that linger in anticipation, where memories
rest heavy with significance

I stand before a gate, the doorbell echoing
with urgency, its chime resonating deep within me—
each press of the button feels like a heartbeat,
fulfilling its purpose. I can only hope it remains
intact; to maybe crack an indestructible clasp.

Tell me if I read the language of your looks
then I would say you look so good in my books
I didn’t have much to say in person, but just love quotes
and I tried to wave you hello, but you must have been
on another boat

Teenage fever: is the heat of being in love so young
there’s a fire right through your skin- a burning glass
with that bright smile, to give jealousy to the rays of
the Sun

And I felt so wrapped in feelings just by your touch
like a ball of wool, my materiel of words all become
undone…

Tucking away your joy;
caving in a hiding hole- pulling skin over
your head: Uncircumcised
Uncut grass, to the disguise of your hedges
you so desperately try to hide; despising such
a sight, to the heir of your generation’s likeness
of still fighting to feel alive

You won’t come outside;
you won’t live under the stars, to at least
stay a night- your commodity spent over what
you long for: Perfect body, a faithful soul

“Why are they laughing?”
no, that’s your insecurities making you
laugh out aloud, at yourself

A battery tongue to lead
into the energy of our conversations
Leaving that imprint of our first outgoing
experiences: Date stamped
Feelings lost in a brown haze of your eyes;
your skin tone made of mother earth, even
as your cry in pain, it turns into mud

All kisses find their perpetual motion
their thoughts of one’s cocooned emotions—
ear curls, your breath coils, turned into hot coals
a lip bite under the tightening grip of second skin

A riding body on a trip to fill itself
as a heartbeat starts with a hum: drummed in
the middle of a hall; through its walls, sound vibrates
Everything else gyrates— as the hammer weighs down
an anvil: to love her in a set picture, polaroid sometimes
I love her still

I scraped the skin of my teeth
with the value of a man’s worth at market price
My dry and thirsty bones are out searching for a home;
the great times of stagnation— so stuck up on yourself
Lost the eyes of a keepsake figure; crying in your sleep
to wake up to another *******

The pole-vault over a night barricaded by
this indistinct glass of a scentless, texture less, limbo
Surrounded by well sculptured tombs; with an attitude
so stiff, you were born a statue out of the womb

Glued hopes to that fitting memory of your youth,
tucked away on the rack of time- like old stained shoes
Pieces of leather tugging away the past old days;
stepping so softly, ending by the button to start, that
feeling of achieving a dream that still turns you on

I'll turn mine on, to push a little further
through this time of doubt; a higher isn’t lost
…until all you despised is all you’ve got
this is the feeling to the lost, that don’t have a lot.

A seed is buried in the manhole
pebbles of time to chuck at the glass screen of life;
the genuine stone in your hand- consistent is its determination
Dreams lost in the dusty drawer
a mind’s past tortures, alongside the crawling pieces
of blood clot envy under my skin- towards a love so in vain
These are the ancient wounds
jumping into conclusions; through the escaping hurdles
In place of the ghouls, the faces that flow through feeding corpses

Night falls, into a dreamer’s eyes
unlocking a world full of possibilities- insignificant fingers
trying to count up optimism misplaced in the gory wings of lips  
Fly away from your comments
comets fall in a beautiful destruction, to perish dry and blow
out the picture of a star- drinking wine at a sunrise; drunk on life

More so, more or less when
the consistent soil grows us bread to feed buttered-up charms
as lovers spread out their love to the distaste of a jealous bunch
Don’t open, that love jar
letting out that sickening hint of spark- once you open that door
it will close you in defeat; from head to sole jumping in heartache’s
repeat…

Love: in just being an option
At times I don’t like most of them;
Where to start inside of a feeling
Is the beginning of an additional end;
Separate a place where I’m living
As a means to never fall in love again

Sunlight is irrelevant in a dream
for the one who still wants to stay
fast asleep

Build yourself afloat an idea of Noah’s ark,
trafficked creations through this industrial suburbia
Blinded in success’s fog lights often conspicuous;
and spun in a slow arc
That vent plugged into a socket; looking for an outlet-
old feelings to a new friendship, connected to a stream
of similar energies. But living our days as house spider
webs, vibrating time as people who go out less

Elevating breathes to awkward stares between worth;
on a tarmac’s bland lead up to an eternity lost in urbanity
— sophisticated talk between us both; trying to find
pickup lines to a car now slowed
Please don’t miss your stop, through the stark trees,
cheering you on with an Uno card- a reserve of glory
here, without any red image to resurface; a missed
purpose in the marsh grasses, tears at the water’s edge,
for the soak of fears stinging like bees

When every bird called, I seemed to only hear a scream
up until a noon brought forth; adding up myself in
a mathematic solution, of why the unnatural tones
I was really just screaming at myself, stuck of how
so many ideas were stuck in between

Twin eyes to those hours we were apart,
double standards of monetary values; the
monitoring funds to buy out your heart, in
preparation for the view of love to come

It fills my feet with a blesséd relief; walks
of faith with tears for the damp streets—
a tongue in dormancy, doesn’t have much
good for itself to say; desperately fighting
back the great sickness of life— having to
be so patient with this world

Hanging on the ledge, eyes gauzed with silver
mist, to try and seek out a golden approval of
those gone too soon to the brilliant sky, where
the air floats above a turquoise-like dome
In a time that is of mirrored jade; of those
waiting to be heard, and those who dreamt of
a better life far ahead

I have endured the gallows, revolutions,
the many twists of time, and the crashing waves
of change that have battered the shores of my life.
Through the decades that have come and gone,
I have stood as a witness to the rhythmic dance of history,
embracing the insights gleaned from its elegant movements.

The first time I encountered it, I meandered along a forest path,
surrounded by the murmurs of ancient trees, my senses finely
tuned to the secrets hidden beneath their mossy embrace.
Oblivious to what lay beneath, my curiosity propelled me
to the brink of revelation, where the curtain was drawn back,
unveiling a realm where time paused and possibilities
unfurled infinitely before me.

My skin, once marked by the trials of existence,
now glows with the light of resilience and grace, shimmering
like the morning sun as it spills golden rays upon the earth
at spring's first awakening—a tender reminder of the beauty
that emerges from enduring the darkest of nights.

I chased after a shadow living behind a dream,
stuck in the way of lights, like a stunned deer
Finding ascensions to the clouds by a life’s amount,
as the days count down; time runs up- to eventually
run out

A human life worth gold for a time; comforts that reside
in the life of those growing up with a silver spoon
Others guided forward, from a backside given a good
wooden spoon

Passing through a lifetime of judgements of a past life
for prophets who see the future first; foretelling
a destiny, to make profit into a human’s eyes

These human genes, feel so humid in these jeans
for all the objects much darker than they really appear
So said, the monster looking at themselves in the mirror,
while drowning in a pool of tears; afloat— triumphing on
old fears

You are a honeyed vessel
Where nobility is born
As time fills it up, until it
Overflows with sweetness

An eye for nurturing life,
As a caretaker who stands firm,  
Adhering to my heart, as your
Tender love’s warmth unfolds

Building memories in place of your feet
—all the footprints get washed by the seas
Roaming visitors to the last drop of your love;
we’re arriving to the destination of your lips
I’ve found them worth more, than the sum they
come with; I desire some more kisses amongst all

Shall we tomorrow sail into the sea, our love
celebrating alive- as the ocean’s waves come to meet
You’ve washed my face with so many tears of joy
as the air we share of lips embrace, are winds of passion

Whence from your honey *** resides, is the taste
of desire of you, I cannot find a retreat from

I am not liberated; I’ll be drinking till I’m free
Dancing like a puppet; a puppet with no strings
If this is the land of promise; promise that none
Of the promises have skipped me

Do not assume that it’s over, to consume your  
Self-worth to just presume that you’re sober  
To close your eyes, to feel your joy coming closer
I do not amuse the fact of getting older, or overlook
The fact that the world is close to being over

Here is the past, images of your youth running past
Memories of it all, live as long as you last, be careful
Not to be chasing the pleasures of it, as chasing after lust
Take a secret fast; cleanse yourself of the regrets that
Have come past

And as the dreams start to haunt you;
· · · · · ·there’s no yielding result
Turning off the lights to your eye’s house
living in a sensual cold heat; cutting away
the old pieces of yourself— tailor trimmed
New memories **** the old ones supreme,
the sweetest ones sting the cheeks, as with
· · · · · ·chocolate, and sweet vanilla cream

But a joy to us, still as a cup filled to the brim
on a sweet journey to love; enjoying every thrill
Thrusting trust on a slippery road, perfect to slide
into Dm’s— one has their risk of trust

Dust is like a cloud on the road
· · · · · ·too blind to see the form of rust
In your dry bones; a burning desire burst,
on a road to and a must, of you pouring out your
strategy, and letting them tell you if it’s worth a shot
They’ll drink everything about you- all in machine
of your sweetness from within

· · · · · ·Tell me what would they get from the first sip?

Hot breathes; oxygen starts to fire up by two
Everywhere, their mouth’s turn into flames
Palm rubs; tightly gripped affections as you
Hope to find the inner depth of your open heart
Close your eyes, as fine skin pulses towards touch
Something close, to something worth love’s friction

The reason in your eye’s blood glottal quiet stares
Are the shares of two voices, while kissing in a song
Piling up all of your emotions towards a love stack
So in touch with regrets; that’s why you hide your hands
You walk under trees, to shade those who try to follow

In the hopes that in even in the dark, there’s a flower
Tears flow out like blood from a wound- stanched
By how long you have to cry; gushing out scars
Everywhere, is a loud place to truly be yourself
Still, believe in your self-worth, precise to yourself

Life before man; the peace and creation of nature
a cloud for every eager striving flower- inhabitants
of a creek; precious stones dressing the stream’s bed
Distant cousins to sea pebbles, bond to a long year
The once great might of ancient forests; swallowing
empty valleys of earth, in their timeless brilliance
of nature

Quiet rains that are like wiping tears from the sky’s
picturesque face; to the joys of grass that hungers
The brightness of today, pours through the walls
of tomorrow’s marrow- an endless returning light
And grand spotlight to the shadows we see, and
the shadows within. Pieces of ourselves revealed
to us

Human life, under the source of day- gives an
endless revealing, of the destiny we must accomplish.

Chapter 1: Evening

Your attire is a thin veil; underneath the silk
is a reach within my arms, to grace a warm touch
passion's burning flame, that can make snowflakes
melt away so fast

Romance, over all parts of your attractiveness
tall, shapely, and sturdy— as my presence is in
the presence of a jungle, for an Amazon queen
Once warmed, from head to toes, fingertips,
to lips galore; quiet conversations that eyes speak
of love so deep and fulfilling

Eager breaths thrown back in my face, also, the love
I keep safe, so carefully, cautiously; secretly locked
away in a heart cuddle you warm, wrap you as a blanket
that provides the body’s heat

Chapter 2: Morning

How would you shepherd a tongue into speaking
the heart’s deepest secrets— at early morn underneath
the rainy skies; I will wake you. As the clouds grow
heavy, and heavier; the slightest sunlight parts them
open, as perfect affections open you wide.

Sprung out perfectly; an inviting posture, there
where you reside— kisses that fall like the rain
Downward falling; your love a juicy fruit, that will
eventually fall- ripen my eyes to feast on your desires
As we’re both lost in the warming memories of this
blanket’s sun

Chapter 3: Afternoon

I think about the rain that fell on your hair,
those tiny bouncing raindrops on your coat-
Coating the memory in such a raging joy;
as the gaze of noon, painted your honest form
A man formulating his words to a first meet;
hoping it may not be short lived

A tongue ensnared by its own words, trying to
savour the novelty of my excitement, all the
pleasures and first feeling— that sensual honey
of our first moment, alone together

The eve is looming over our eyes, for this day
do not chase it, as I’ll catch you by your skin
Gain that glance of a climactic prelude into
another restful resolution of a long night
As the stars are dressed with light; and I sit
with these thoughts on my mind, of how you’ll
choose to dress yourself tonight…

Communication of commotion;
       bumping heads of opinions- so many worlds
in your eyes I see; stuck at a perception like a

Love at first sight; losing time in your hair,
       losing lips that speak love, by the heap of flesh
around your rib; a watchful gaze, as your
       perfect eye stalker:
Ripping pieces of your sky away
                   as a skyscraper
· · · · · ·kissing, as pestering flies
swatting away any ideas of
                              maybe falling in love

Fly across oceans, a domestic star- pet names
  that would offend a dog, we’re more
******* with each other; that the territory marked
               is just a dry bark- as we bite and chew
· · · · · ·each other out. Still, I’ll be as loyal as a dog
to find a means to cheer you up; crossbreeding
love and quiet hate, for the pedigree of us.
            
You will stay cherished, as my first love

Feelings in charge, emotions made of lead
An attraction for passion; turned over itself
-An action of retraction; to a fearful heart
Of once again fearing the feeling of falling
In love

Time is the glue for a once broken heart
There’s never enough of it- love helps to heal
But where does one’s present day, get it from
Your lover is gone; the L for love is lost, for
It’s over

Memories cross a mind, burning the bridges
Makeshift labyrinth of emotions- lost in them
Years of cold needing; seeking, unfeeling
Socially unappealing; a ligament stripped
A holding hand to that feeling of love, so out

Of touch for that rush; a crush that becomes
A liking, a liking that becomes love, love that
Becomes us; it’s all apart now…

Carrying a fair number of tears, like carrying
a baby on her back; a nurturing bath of her scars
like a cat that is licking its new-born. She sits on top
of pride, quickly as humbleness calls a benchmark

Finding myself in the uncharted depths of her heart;
I see the cooling effect of one’s tears in mirrored streams
My nocturnal beauty, that must be loved in the shadows;
hiding away the bags of eyes, in the masks of pretty eyeshadow

She's priceless to every penny for a thought, she buries
all of her words, in kisses engraved in a passionate time

Pieces of a heart made out of yarn- narrations of silver tears,
from golden eyes; bronze is her place in seeking blessings
A hard rock, that is made soft by her gaze; water springs
out of it… but she’s only loved by herself after she’s loved
everyone else

All are born to shine; I tread the earth with grace
Feeling the weight of sorrows, as life does trace  
In her embrace, I find both pieces of pain & care
Her silent whispers, weave a cloak, one so rare

As the walls, like rivers, tell of the shifts inside
An echoing pulse where my true self does bide
An unseen force tugs at my heart's deeper seam
In the soft, dark tear, I find all fears in a dream

A tempest stirs within my soul, a voice confined
Yearning to escape, to maybe soar, to be defined
Through trials faced, I’ve brushed away the grime
Preserving my spirit, as if its untouched by time.

I am the Clay, moulded from the tiny grains
Like a farmer of stars, tending to life's plains
My mission is to nurture, to heal every soul
The embrace of my essence; find your whole
  
I flow through existence, a canvas for flight
I lift you to heights, into the boundless light
With each gentle fall, I’ll breathe a life anew,  
From the depths of my spirit, I offer to you

I’ll give of myself, so your spirit won't wane  
Dwell in my heart, find solace from my pain

Starved breaths for time, and I’m so hungry for air
As the sky offers these familiar breathless chambers
A cool taste of a drink in the ashes of a cigarette kiss,
My throat hungers for rain, and I must swim in this-
Fathomless ocean, drawing from blood mixed as ink

The picture of words stings under my salty wounds
A few inches above the bottom of depression, I hover
Saints gather by a curve of faith, of a bend in history;

Truly it’s a mystery, to acknowledge a scent of victory
To see your purpose fully naked, of revealing a destiny
Even though, tonight I enter these years flowing past,
The land’s path we all follow; I grow hungry more so
To be fed with any more time to fully experience it all

Harsh are these words, but what great Truth doesn’t hurt a little:
the promises of people today, will only be the hurt for you tomorrow,
the debt that people owe you, is often paid by the words of a forgotten
promise; even for all the love you hope to give out- its only by
a wishful wish, that you’ll get your fare share back,

There’s a note to take of the friends that will let down you,
those family members who will discard you, all the people who
will critic you, the love of past lovers that will break you, the words
that make you a victim, said from those who want to play bigger victims;
the good you so desperately try to do, to get so much bad in return,

To those you put all of your trust in, some can be trusted to
hurt and wound you, the sun will be your spotlight on top your fears,
the moon will cry with you in silence, the bath water will account for
all your tears, the snakes will sing you praises with a jagged smile,
life will chastise you; hope will forget you sometimes, time will question
you each day, age will starve you of youth, the living will grow intolerant
during your time of mourning, as death will forever remain patient for you…

                                                          These are but just life’s great Truths.

Farewell, my beloved paradox,
that will forever linger in my thoughts and heart.
The memory of your captivating fragrance,
distinct and unmistakable, will forever stay with me,
patiently anticipating your fateful reunion- that I long
for with every fibre of my being. Come not so hurriedly,
yet in time- so as to have the gentle cadence of your footsteps
linger delicately in the passing hours.

Although the whispers of your presence evade my ears,
your essence reunites with mine once more. Across alternate
lifetimes, where fate doesn't guarantee romantic interlacing,
my affection for you transcends as a steadfast companion,
devoted beyond the confines of romantic love.

The endless nights bring
Fleeting dreams beneath the Moon's soft glow,  
While laughter in the sunlight has
Scorched my skin, in such a late playful woe,  
For joy has danced upon my heart,
Too bright, too bold, and too free,  
And in mirthful moments,
I have found the humour deep in me.

Falling…
into place, of everything we yearn to do;
-falling in love as the rain falls down
From every crevice of your most secret and private parts
heavy cravings to be touched, yearning for the warmth
and intimacy that only you and I can share.

The weather outside seems cold
as you lay upon a bed soft as a cloud,
inviting us to sink into its comforting embrace
There’s a succulent wetness, a shiver of anticipation
that races down your spine.

You are a mesmerizing portrait of ephemeral beauty
that dazzles my senses and leaves me breathless
Your image lingers in my thoughts
as we exhale the heat from our mouth’s chamber
the pleasure to my yearning lips upon yours;
In such a thought: smiling, knowing all is falling into place.

Moments together, are whispers of poetry:
the blush of your smile, like blooms raising their
faces under bright the sun. That tender embrace,
lingers briefly on my lips, within the constraints
of it feeling like a haiku.

Their sweetness becomes fleeting memories; a struggle
to capture- not to keep thinking about it long after
I’m on a quest, fervently seeking sustenance in the form
of love and affection. Tears dripping, as a gardener’s rake,
trying to bring in evoking emotions, that resonate deeply
within my soul.

The covering of a tough persona, is now like jackets
that are discarded- through gloved hands, a palm still holds
onto the memory of your love. And no cold seeps out;
a spring in my step, that dance through my thoughts
Morning shivers soon vanish, once of a closed heart, as its
doors were slammed- jammed!

“Do you possibly have that
right key to have it unlocked”

The sun surprisingly reflects against
your yellow dress; barrier languages between us both
Old memories of such a coy smile; your love’s rarity
and royalty are trimmed with so much purple
Tired old bones desperately trying to pop back in place,
under the sunshine popping out to cheer me up
When it chooses to appear from out of the clouds;
it’s flashing that skirt once more.

Embracing your love while plunging deeper into the
silent sea of solitude: it’s a struggle to stay afloat,
The thankless night calls out for weary souls- feeling
abandoned in their search for solace; as the sanctuary of
angels seem to drift further away. Isolation and despair
that fills the night air.

It feels distant and elusive; trying to find those words
to express one’s love for another- even in their comforting
presence; all the words are quietly leaving them
Adding to the overwhelming sense that it only gets harder
knowing what to do, after you confess your love to a crush.

Behind the eyes of tv screens-
they’re busy watching us Netflix & chilling
Let’s binge on kisses until every show finds its end
show of hands if you’ve been searching for that
touch of love, that makes you fall in love again, and again…

Her eyes are like petals, that open up to me
as my words are the splash of love that helps her grow
She holds onto me like a dream you hope never to forget
inside my head, I imagine fulfilling her every wish that
requires a bed…

A thousand acres of land, beautifully crying-
their grasses shimmering in the rains after dampness
Tails of shapely evergreens; plants undressed and robust
seed heads, beguiling death- buried in the means of finding self

Folios upon the wings of fowls;
as towels hang on the rails of the skies, as perfect white clouds
The dust of the sun, covers asbestos rooftops in a light brown;
darkness wears a frown, on the faces of people who patrol around
the nights, of doing their personal business without an innocent sound
Soulmates of stars crash into each other, each time they're falling in love-
in and out, is the hunger for any more time; both for the belly buttons
that go in and out

Kisses of dreams for bare bones: bending over to a bent red sky;
a sheepish lover to the shepherd’s delight- still a bit shy, from a child
My door opens to one’s suggestion; hangs a welcome sign on a string
…welcome to the house of my mind; please don’t stay awhile.

Busy as much; busy as a bee
serving sweet remarks to a Queen
The hours are long, and we’re always
swarming with activity

Everyday business is always so sweet, and
even given a pet named— the retirement
package for it though, kind of stings

Every colleague of mine seems to know
what’s the buzz; and our clientele do carry a
good scent- something like flowers

…just another day for the life of a bee

As much, in every man’s eye- eroticism brings excitement,
the lines of wrinkled sheets are a retreat without restraint
Every one of our kisses tastes like they matter; we flatter
each other on playing it casual— until anticipated and complete
She is no less than a queen; she sits on my thrown, ruled by these
words- all the shells of the shots I’ve shot; whenever we're around
we stain the ground; inhaling a bit of hell, with every bad habit

Moisture: more so to the reply of, “yes sir”
her tears echo soothing rain, but these tired red eyes don't see
much love- but still when it comes to touch; I'm filled with ideas
by her flood. Words keeping on flowing; but my regards to any
authority, I've been living lawlessly - against her authority

Old habits can’t really die when they pass,
even as an *** shakes backwards, with all the regrets to take
me back to my past. You can still taste a lot of things much harder
to swallow than your pride— that burning heat of passion, from
your mouth’s chamber: an abode of sweet remembrance
Now, as we must, not discuss about the label of us- in a nutshell
the conversation changes tone after someone’s nut is bust
****, how rough is that- we played a role to work ourselves
out of lust. We call each other, our Devil’s assistant…

Everything will become nothing; snuggling closely
To all those days much brighter than yesterday
Running out of places to hide my shadow- a rush hour
Of emotions, hoping not to get stuck in more traffic
Laying on the sofa, putting a lot of thoughts in place
While she does so too, re-arranging her wig; sipping on cola
Weaving, adoring words to say at little speaking volumes;
Channelling together those gentle souls; generally speaking
Of how her tears sink away into the grass, like thirsty water
Thursday nights, where I’m planning to disappear into the earth
Folding into old habits with origami precision; time’s prison
Is feasting on me for dinner, and I’m drinking myself thinking
I don’t appreciate the time you and I spend together
But I argue with myself about it, when you’re only away

And it’s funny, how I’d pretend not to care;
Now here is the man who cares enough when you’re not there

Oh, is the sweet and delicate embrace; such a tight
and warm hug, but it had smashed my bouquet of flowers.
I picked you out of the bunch; I wandered down a forest trail
brushing with death- a kiss by her lips. And around me, was the
sight of your experienced skins; carpeted with yellow leaves, blessed
by the caressing sun. The cool of your eyes- is a walk by the lagoon,
your warm bud of tears falls into my eyes, and swell it up, to bloom.
The Sun rules over our lives, that Moon quietly covers our pain with
those nights of laughter; the canopy of our dreams, quietly fall away
as like the leaves. My tongue bares roots, and my words do try to promise
flowers- with every saturated thought, shaped out as petals opened wide.
The first time I saw it, I was entirely unaware of what waited below my lows.

To— step out of myself, was the place our story had begun. And to this,
each tree I see around me, reminds me of you- the first tree I as a child,
were brave enough to climb.

My thought’s nature is so chain-free; though when
it comes to missing links of love [I’m so incomplete]
A love for you, locked by the links we’ve made; we are
slaves to each other, and I know it sounds shameless in its
message relayed; still from the sound of your voice, there’s
something in the air- with the pauses in between conversations;
All the invitation of the opportunity to kiss each other, to clear
out that awkward air

Before birth and afterwards, I seem passionate over your touch
as like a youth- waiting to take your hand and speak for us
whenever the ask if we’re in love. And in the soil, I’ve buried my heart,
still feelings of it are so light, that they all grow out with delight
Our laughter spreads across the land of a bedspread, and their little
giggles in between, are like daisies sticking out on the lawn
So, if we bury all our memories in the wrinkled sheets-
our beds are our graves; that could remember far better, with their
memory foam mattress [Darling, I will cover you]

Destined; your eyes are painted out as the map of life; as no night
convinces my tomorrow to look away from the destination you
inspire me to take- your love is a buried treasure, and my words
mark it with an X;- not as the many exes I once treasured in the
promise of a forever after [it was more of a pipe dream]

As it goes on, this art of falling in love; I’m only now getting
a grip of the bigger picture;- it’s larger and larger, swelling up
my eyes, to as always be blinded by love- the lovebug’s bite,
so smitten, but squished by childish designs; us as children
imagining our perfect kind of lives, when we used to play house
Packed away hopes in an imaginary bag; let a night open that
suitcase- to imagine ourselves living together until our ages
are much visible in our own hands

Those firm and beautiful kisses, get ruined over many soft decades;
as the trace of my fingertips, feels like cheap clay on your skin-
My warm regarded touch, fills your cheeks in chill of morning breeze
When you fail to see your reflection, once from the shyness of
your lashes eyes opening;- where you can only hear someone else’s
voice reading through the Song of Songs. Our time together, is all
destined to be gone- so let’s enjoy what we have now, for how
long it comes

Imposed by a scent of the back chatter,
behind the air of the hair tucked by your ear
once a soul that was merely an imposter
The intense pleasure continues on- waking up
to the sound of dawn; under the thinnest of clouds
thin as butter- as the sunlight spreads across
The edge of their world; as like two legs spread apart
with a promise of a night filled with wet love
Two lips are meeting in the yellow shivers, beneath
the huge gems of eyes, that hold out a jewelled pleasure

The two resting upon a bed made out of barley;
filled in intoxicating lines of brand-new sheets-
The smell of regret only shows as the rise of after cigarettes
The towers of greying tired eyes; numb under the tomb’s
excrete- the cold breathes of kissing with a cold heart,
lifts the fur of a lion’s haunches

***** buckled by the belt wrapped around one’s desire
at another attempt- it’s no stranger, then the grave on
the tongue of a perfectly dead conversation
And about then, he wonders how could he go back to
the past, once where they were just casual friends…

Let our memories be as gravestones;
we’d have traded in marriage certificates
for graduation certificates- place on top love and roses
Roses and tears, have gained the sweetest refrain
oh darling, forever entwined shall we always remain

Pleasingly chiselled marble slabs
every piece of our love story lettered in gold
Death makes us shrouded sleepers; beings barely
warmer than the essence of life and truest love
Love is to sacrifice self, with no intention of gain
the love ballet it is; dancing as heads of concrete bodies
I’ll lead ahead, the way into Heaven if I must go first,
as you always mattered more in the first place
Dead beneath all of our loved ones, still in an afterlife
we will live to fall in love again…