Endurance through unknown chains 
Wrapping themselves around each bone 
Making any move beyond possible
A catastrophe to breathe,
In or out; no attempt! 
Made by a swollen chest! 
Your heart, about to explode
From the guilty pain 
Caused by your brain
These chains clank and wriggle
Around your very throat..
Breeding warped words 
Out of your mouth 

Your damaged womb 
Of priceless pleasure
Copulates with heavy burden
Passing onto old wounds 
The emergence of haemorrhage
From lips that could smile in bliss
And kiss...

With no proof 
That life exists 
Beyond that shared moment   
And you..
Still in self made chains 
asking for some justice 
None can give.

I missed you 
Somewhere along the lines of humanised solitude
Or in between a chaotic rampage of thoughts 
The dagger that dips deep in my back; this mind! 
Upon sumptuous portraits hanging off walls.
I missed you
Perhaps, wide awake, watching a nightingale pass away.
Or a tabby cat meowing loud in the bitterness of December. 
As I drowsily dozed on the fireside armchair.
Wearing my brand new woollen socks along  
I missed you
Or I missed myself first! Before my eyes. 
Underneath a dozen dark veils of refusal 
I deposited you and left off for gradual death.
Wishing, I were the nightingale that flew free.

I have sinned so far 
With your honeyed lips 
Dived against a dozen hazel waves
And Stolen pearl-filled shells
From the ocean of your eyes 
Begged your precious ears 
To let my foolish chatters pass by
For your rosebud to give off words
That dance around my heavy head
Gathered the scent of your cologne in my ***** 
That beats for every inch of your proximity
It burns my flushed flesh with searing sin 
And my heart with pleasant remorse  
May Lord God be Merciful to rebels
Who ran from sacred sanity to Love.
Tina RSH ©