if you got a chance
to read my poems,
i wonder
will you ever know
that these poems
are written by
thinking of you???
will you ever say
these poems
are lovely???
for i know
these are lovely
as these are
written for you...

I saw her in the hospital talking
Her looks got me so amazed
Wanted to get close but I was scared she would push me away
This is my story which is a love tale
I loved her from the first day our eyes met
The first word I heard from her was are you from Sudan I said yes and she said me too
Which dazzled me cause I didn't suspect that and that she was the dream girl I wanted to be with .
I started to joke around with her and as she laughed my heart was filled with happiness and I couldn't stop myself from smilling
I started to give her signs that I am attracted to her and wanted to see did she love me the same way.
I was scared that she may refuse me since I have fallen in love with her and all my senses are calling for her.
Everyone was telling me get engaged to her but the problem was I had nothing but my love that I can provide and I wanted the money in order to make her and I happy as never before.
We had this one fight that I thought I lost her forever .
My heart started pumping and my body started shaking
All I can see was darkness with no light in front of me .
I couldn't delete her from my life or soul.
I was so attached that I feel unhappy anymore.
I wanted to chop myself to pieces just to hear her voice again.
She talked to me after 2 days when I found nothing beautiful anymore my heart starting to fade and nothing ment anything anymore.
We made up and took me sometime to woven my wounds
In the end I decided to confess my love cause I thoought if I don't I will go insane.
I found out more and more she is the girl to be.
The woman I wish to spend my life with til the day I parish or die .
This is the story of the woman I love and never want to leave.
The woman that my soul will always be with her as long as I live.
I love you sweat heart you are all I need.

every moment
my heart
beats
with the
rhythm
of
"you
are
mine
forever"

Jack boots march to the rhythm of our beating hearts,
out stretched arms salute the arrival of loves bitter remnants,
what once was the soul of thriving spirits,
now lays in disintegrating solitude,
sanctuary found in the shadows of a darkened room.

if i could see your soul,
i would tell it to look upon itself in the reflection of a lake,
the kind that shimmers clandestine blue
from the tears of the waterfall and the love-lost.

if i could sense your soul,
i would feel it in the light that bounces off;
the rainbows bounce off the water
as they come into contact with both the light and the wet,
the way the sun and the sea kiss every dawn and dusk.

if i could speak to your soul,
i would tell it not that it is beautiful, even though it is.
for god knows how overused that word is, how many lips has ushered its accent.
i would tell it, that it is
rich.
the wealth of owning
layers upon layers of
shimmers and shines
of tangibles and tangibles,
of the flavours i taste,
and the textures i touch.

if i could taste your soul,
it wouldn't taste salty from tears,
or sweet from tainted melancholy and forgotten memories.
it would taste clear,
fresh;
freshwater that starts from the back of the throat
whose healing touch leaks,
leaving flowers to bloom in all the places
it has traced, and in all the nooks
it has graced.
the cave just under your collarbone,
the crook of your neck,
the curve of your hip;
treasures.

if i could touch your soul,
it would feel
warm, like a fire glowing
in its hearth.

if i could smell your soul,
it would smell like you,
like
home.

... And I keep wishing that
I knew your hands
like body knows bed
like body feels sun
like body knows coffee at 6am.
...And I'd venture to say
I'd like to create a masterpiece
of your being, with my lips
                               my mouth
                               my hands
                               thighs wrapped
around your strength .
I am beyond enamored,
No cigarette could chase these nerves.
No distance could put out this light-house
awaiting the arrival of you
               the pleasure of you
my ears ache to hear what
moans will make of you.
I want to render you
incapable of any feeling,
but longing and elation
only in relation
to me,
to us,
to you,
here in this bed
unbeknownst to the flow of life outside.
captivated
stimulated
by what's in here
                lies here
            naked here
              ready here
made and designed
to be adorned
and torn down
by you....