Oh, you have taken me
with a holy rapture
and all the inward parts of my soul
is ravished by you
and I am forced to declare
my eternal love of you.
Oh, you have taken the gates of my heart
as though you were storming
the very gates of heaven
and I was taken so unaware
by the passion that grew within my heart.
Oh, how you have ravished me
with your warm soft kisses
and the intoxicating love
I found within your arms.
Oh, you are like a drug
that steals all my reason
and leaves me to beg
for your eternal love
and the all wonders
in your kiss.
Oh, for I know that my heart
has but one thought.
That all my life
I shall live for you
and all the deep parts
of  my soul
I shall forever give to you
till time shall unwind
and pass away.
Oh, your love
is the deep source
of my being
and without you
the power of life
shall no longer
flow through my dying limbs.
Oh, the will to live
flows to me
from the hope that lives in my heart
to hold you forever
in my loving arms.
Oh, your love for me
is a pearl with a price
beyond a million souls
and a treasure for which
my heart would give all its being.
Oh, for one kiss from your sweet lips
my entire life I would give.
And oh, I shall long to live
in your holy arms
for all the eternity of time.

My top and bottom eyelashes

Get tangled up in a twist

When we kiss

You ring me out

Like a ***** rag

All my feelings gushing

Out

Into your drain of a mouth

You spin me around

Little tea-cup, equipped with a steering wheel

I want to throw up

You make me sick, nauseated

With this thing called puppy love

i grew
from flowers.
fabric-softener petals
and twirling ivy vines
and quiet dandelions
and ever-sleeping blossoms.
i grew
from oceans.
calmly tossing water
and silent white sand
and slowly-floating seashells.
i grew
from forests.
serene unmoving trees
and soundlessly-swaying grass
and sedated sunlight beams.
i grew
from skies.
silent shooting stars
and twinkling constellations
and ever-so-slightly waning moons.
i grew
from quiet movement
i grew
from sleepy sounds
i grew
from hushed breaths.

Dead heads stare from the wall

one can't tell if their glassy eyes
hold the relics of past life
or the sadness of having lost it
to the fires of royal pastime

tiger eyes look pathetically pleading
for re-stitching the stripes on the bones
leopard head growls only in anguish
of his spots being soft spot for target
the open jaws of the croc
can't still swallow the stuck bullet
awed eyes of deer is yet to sense
the muzzle that ruptured its innocence
the jackals, birds, langurs, civets
all frozen in the suddenness of the ***** out.

The hunter's head peeps from a dusty frame
having got his place of pride
among his game.

Autumn leaves
somersaulting
across the road
like tiny
olympic gymnasts

I will take the time
to gaze upon
the burnished chest
of the resident hawk
while I am waiting
for the sun to drop
and pastel
the water blue

I will patiently
wait
for the mountains
to radiate
for my heart
to steady
for the return
of peace

I will relinquish
control over
my tiny world
scattered thoughts
flying up
brushing
their curved wings
against me

I will remember
land and sea
will forever be
remaining long after
we hurt each other
long after we turn
our backs
on love

I will take the time
to be still
moon balanced
on my open palm
illusive beacon
enlighten
the coming
night