As the silent wind
anger passes
through your ears
you weather it

The June night wears the moonlight scarf
perfuming it with the peony's presence
The gardenia's petals kiss its satin
The nasturtium's fingers lace its orange straps
The summer lust blows it away

Your lips
my peony mistake
It is must
to pluck its beauty
on love wind
again
again

My cavalier
a snowdrop's gentleman
escorting the delicate kiss
within waltz of nature harmony

There would be my small world
but with your so big embrace
my little heart
into bigger yours
my thin breath
into specious yours
my whispered words
as the gap between missing yours
I hope to be cuddled
by your silence
There would be my small world
but with the harmony of your heart

His statue of David
perfected
on her desire
square

The pink little nightie
as a kiss of a rose
made of the velvet lips
The lace woven
by the dew petals
misting the perfect body
The straps blew off
by the lover's tenderness
exposing the buds of amour
as goddess  of Venus
The softness melts shame
appearing the greediness of thirst
quenching the touch of delight

Loving
the hearts of angels breathe with yours
and it pulses with softness
made of their thrills

Loving
the wings of angles touch your mind
and it forgets all
flying into hopes
made of wingy illusion

Loving
the lips of angles kiss yours
and they don't rule themselves more
adored with the flavor
made in heaven

One word
Uncountable sentiments
Flawless proposals
Grant frivolous wind
Humming into one's
Passion

Your
mysterious
musky thick air
styled on
my little weak
daisy-like heart

Leaves  
don't sink into oblivion
autumn-pilgrim
enshrines their colors
in sacred place
memory of summer

To bless
every mistake
it adores my content thought
faultily ?

To apply
for perfection
it forces me to ponder
what for?

You asked me to feel the colors ; I bloomed
Orange and red overflowed my sorrow
I succeed

You asked me to follow the sun ; I parachuted
The trust of our hands - my confident cords
landed calmly
behind the mask

Not million stars
not the moon and the sun
just a kiss
one golden coin for my heart

Not stardust
not Golden Fleece
just a kiss
one firefly into my heart

Not fire works
not the matchbox
just a kiss
one love sparkle for my heart's light

I was in your kiss
It made me a princess of your carmine dreams
It dressed me in a rose's scent
It ornamented my love's beads

I wandered through your lips
They made me a fairy tale of your wonderland
They opened so many reddish pages
They led my lips' blissful steps

I found your heart
a small wonder with a huge feeling
a strong breath with a delightful breeze
a bouquet of kindness with a love ribbon

A flute
a young lover
pleasuring her note,
his misty silhouette
passes through the moor
purpling the whispers of
the love ballad

My lips
painted by an artist
flowers don't appeal more than this
my last and first kiss

Ask this night
to moon
our desire's song

White berries
frozen in our mistletoe
they are born
freshly spring
into a red fling

When you look at the sky
I wish to rise there as your morning elegance
The soft desire's weather that promises
to color the green fruits of love

Feel me
Feel in every your amazement

Hold me
on your imagination
Can you see me?
I am a tree
I am grass
Feel me

Swung soul
suspended
between two stars
lulling the universe

Jailed in love
they graze its heart
expand its structure
to flutter the blood

Swiftly
skipped rush
no apology for
lemony bouncing heart

The caramel touches
complementing
the smitten pleasantness
crystallized  into
the sweet softness

A delicate breeze
it thrills on desire
swinging
in blushed rain

The colorful umbrellas
dancing flowers
in the garden of rain

As starry birds
tweets night
competing with
gales of moon's laughter

As evergreen compliment
attached to the wistful heart
it still passionately lasts

Night words
plastered
with stardust

It hides behind rain
a visible remorse of
suspended sky

Orchard
devoted to the touch
her downy reddish yellow skin
admirably pleasing his lips

Distance , a thief
who flees
from audience
so far

Only friendly wind,
a good listener
holds one's heart

Luxury of
Oxygen , sultry
Ventilative contemplation of
Eroticism

As unloved words
fall apart
to single letters
autumning
soil

Blue dragons
painted by fragility of porcelain hand
they never leave their vases

The crust of thick memories
crumbles into pure essences
nourishing all that is

As a leaf of your tea
I fall into it
As a blow of its aroma
that is sent with the green wind
I pleasure it

As
a *****
strips off
leftover after
humanity

Competent to absorb in another soul
Yearning to become indistinguishable from it
Non separable from a love nap
here I dream

Scarlet -colored touch
ashamed so much
to flow passionately
red