I sleep
But the night is awake
She stretches her arms
Grabs the moon like a plate
Her words are like Sacher-Torte
Her story of scars, like upto stars, twinkled

I sleep in the curved hammock of your lips
Hanging on to your words
Rocked by your gentle breath

I got to know you
And I looked for the hardest surface to etch ur name
And it was my heart
The minute I wrote it
It melted away

Would this tale afflict thee O children of the bedevilled rock

Yonder afflictions of substances unknown in cold pits

With tremulous fingers and tempestous lips the body reacts to the invisible

While the blooming radius of the ancient arch is magnified by the moonlight

Through the weary portals of the ages lie unravished and unanswered heartbeats

Across the thin glaced places where the bell tolls for ****** wonder

Where the graces of undying wisdom fain to alight their ancient favor

I, a ravaged  rapscallion, trace all the hidden moments of my vain heart

With insticts that lay in the ***** of the undying  muses

Strange moments hidden amidst galaxies and battered bodies

Then the feasting begins when nocturnal flavors ****** unperturbed lips

The general substance of furies unknown and muchness unnerved

Tasked with obsolete oaths and unmade promises, the warrior breathes his last

By Rowan Moses

I took a trip down the ecstatic abyss of Amoria

Through narrow crooked bylanes and juniper dumpsters

Peering through moments of insipid laughter

Prime pranksters, nerdsters and gooseberry gangsters

Languishing through marauding beauracratic rituals

Peering through unexpected ideals and benign gestures  

Then out in this rugged terrain lay the bear with cold feet

Eyes like blessed blue whales and timid water hyacinth

Narrow corridors of limbs endowed with firm yet hollow muscles

Tuberculosis and octopus gunk lay smeared in every nostril

"Ah! Nauseating yet divine!" said the knight to the pitiful jester

Rowan Moses

"I know loneliness"
Whispered the single drop of sweat
As she dripped down my spine