What are you scared of?
The plenty?
or the scarcity?
Who needs another lover?
We want to feel but we afraid the scars.
Make me laugh, make me cry,
make me live beyond my blank page.
I don't want a life of full
I want a life full of you.
I love dead ends when it comes to you
there's nowhere else I wanna go.

.
Some nights the sky is
awash with pretty little lights
Each twinkle a reminder
of your captivating eyes
The magic of your soul
The beauty of your life

Some nights the heavens
Mournfully rain sorrow into the
ground that is a million hearts
Affected by your being here
And within the same ones
A jagged streak of dysphoria
Brilliant, shocking and blinding lightening
Pummels down on the beaten souls below
And for a brief moment the world
is ablaze with you once more
There is no need for a
coping mechanism then
The thunder is the rumble of a
Love quivering in the pit of your stomach,
Feather strokes of tingling passions
burning somewhere inside
Always Requited

And there are some nights,
Some nights where the full moon
Bathes the entire lands beneath
With a guiding spark I associate
only with you
Moonlight of guidance, kindness
and love
And it's in those nights
My atriums burst, and synapses devour
all that surrounds me
And I weep a river
On the the land of my pillow
An earthquake of sobs
Masking the tell tale sounds
of a breaking heart
And I am reminded once more of you
Because you are my Ramadan,
So poignantly true,
and clear of a message
Of peace and unity
And
THAT is what  makes
you so dear to me

My melancholy muse
break away from your
renegade romance,
sweep off the residue
of a fettered love affair.
Come rest in my abode -
i’ll sprinkle you with
moonlight dust,
adorn with flecks
of emerald plushes
and make you my birdsong
where your every blink
shall spawn idyllic themes,
your laugh
strum lyrics of exuberance,
and your touch -
an oasis in stratums
of drought.

only she knows me those sounds like raptors wings
i make gasping for breath
coursing the avenues of
pain
like red stop signs where fast the
others walk
with no care in the world
sigh as the taxi horns blare
pistons throaty by near and I
halt fear the intersection
I stand back watching
all the other
pedestrians act like it is normal life
under the cross sign
saying her name every time I
chance to look up
ashamed
so I go down the sidewalk
not meeting eyes