Your eyes are autumn

          The dance of the leaves falling

Whispering secrets

I miss you every day
Your smile, your laugh, your voice.
So much I want to say
If I just had a choice.
You walk beside me now,
An angel in my breadth
I only wonder how
The memories can be kept -

I wasted so much time,
When every minute counts
Forgive me for my crime
I pray as I lay down
To see you once again,
If only through my pen.

cannot *******
on this medication -- read
patients' bill of rights

That coquettish *****,
has starlight filled eyes,
It's only natural,
that she is a rage among the men.
                         one night in the bar,
                         she raised hell,
                         danced naked,
                         called everybody names,
                         such a racket it became,
                         looked like a hellcat's play time,
the cops came rushing,
siren wailing, lights flashing,
but enjoying her burlesque,
one stayed put with her,
she held him close,
as if she was his girl.
                               he lost his turban,
                              while she mind ****** him,
                               making him promise
                               to keep her out of jail,
                               by hook or crook, even
                              bending rules in the book,
*glinting starlit eyes had
such an aphrodisiacal effect!
he threw his lot with her
and decided:
"My deliverance is her"

Sitting across
my eyes study you;
a painter taking
in his model, to mind's portal:
you sit hunched
over the dining table top,
a work of art
"The girl in a hurry
taking few quick bites"
                               I am a picture
                               yet to be attempted
                              "The man in agony"
                               would have  just dark hues,
you left in a huff
to catch the inter-city train,
I work at night,
so went to lay down,
                                 When my eyes drooped
                                 I leaned against  you,
                                 your scent has such
                                 soporific touch
                                 that bring longings
                                 soon to the fore.
And in my sleep I remember,
you'll be lying in my bed,
with in your lonely mind
all through commuting,
rocked by the train.

The more her canine teeth,
dip deeper, on his shoulder,
on crossing the threshold of pleasure,
the more he gets elated;
then, a doubt raises its head
and whispers,*"just being  plain dutiful,
or was it, like she felt, really beautiful?"