Your cheeks are like apples and apples are so juicy
From your white dress the real fruits I want to see
When I take you in my arms your beauty just agree
Whatever I want to taste and see I see that but clearly
In your gorgeous sea I want to sail like a fish deeply
Your glowing body my sweetheart makes me but *****
Today we are together so let us celebrate colorful party
This real communion makes friends and enemies envy

Your presence makes surroundings to glow and to show
Sensual pleasure in trance takes love and beauty to blow
You are all in me I carry you on my heart and on eyebrow
Let us be like fluid and let us allow each other just to flow
My sweetheart you are so white as seen in winter snow
What all is needed in a situation let my sweetheart know

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

The winds of autumn shall soon blow
Verdant leaves that in summer show
Cascading, floating, golden-red
And make a copper- russet bed
      Before 'tis white with quilted snow ...

The burnished rays of autumn's glow
Will implore Summer's heat to go
As falling leaves shall dance and shed
The winds of autumn...

And those sweet seeds that I shall sow
Tenderly- someday, bloom and grow
Where hopes of life so gently tread
As I, on earth, shall rest my head
All seasons of this life to know
The winds of autumn...

The lane is light-less tonight;
But I’m not unduly perturbed,
For there is still enough sight
In my fancy not to be curbed
By a solitary lamp
Who was forced into silence.

© LazharBouazzi, October 16, 2016

I see it in
         shades of
liquid coal
  slaking
    my aching
           thirst in
black ocean shoal
      onyx crystals
             washed up
            in tides
       of barely
    peeking,
night-lava eyes
     silently spoken
                   and through
     the waters of deep
my soul is
    waking up from
          eons of sleep
              weaving garlands
             of darkest green,
            seaweed tips
that I tenderly keep
       strewn, in chlorophyll strips  
                      across the stardust glow
                                       of my naked skin
                                     as I liquid float,
                       spirit whirring within
                              eyes bright
                in illuminated
          moonstone glow
picking up signals
of halted flow
This is needed here,
in this darkest of dark
waters abundant
with tight, broken sparks
shards of the living
and fragments of souls
                  a luminosity of darkness
                  making us whole
      And pulsing next to me
   in beauty's surprise
phosphorescent creatures,
     a feast for the eyes
           loving, gently brushing
                my outstretched fingers-
                     bioluminescence divine
                         on my body lingers
                   from jellies to squid
                to jet -hued sharks
    knifing through layers          
     of dark on dark
         within the
lush waters' quiet force
a dance in faded flicker
conjures the source
                 within the depth
                         of the depths
                            of my endlessly
                            wet
          in my darkest of dark
between blood and sweat
penetrating the mysteries
   that quake through
          this heart
         filling it up
  as it tears it apart
         smashing it
    to smithereens
   creating sutures
   of ironic healing
until through the cracks
both wide and slight
        shoots up
the flare
of my own
    inner
          light

Of beauty is the Spring
It's vivid colours born from the rich earth
Its nature is a tale of rebirth
There is a hint of heaven in its hands
Look at its vilified pleasure
Never by her own design
Spring is the only prayer offered by god as love

Clouds gather cotton candy
Where we walk a carpet of yellow blue and red
Now the pleasure is within the bud
Gathering the fruit it will burst it's coat
Feed the world with its offering
Gone is the darkest of days
There is no longer a need to hide in the shadows

The empty time that moves autumn to spring
Is a fading memory always
Often the distractions have no meaning
The careful child like hue
Is a walk along a cherry tree path
Where the congregation of angels stand
A celebration of the wild and the new

Mother nature weeps tears of laughter
As she offers what was hidden
To the days of the warming breeze
Will the flowers replace her heart
You have to build the wall to see the light when cracks appear

The fiery wind burns our skin
this simmering summer noon
but our resolve is not paper thin.

the river is all ours
I tell her
and she whispers love notes.

When we retreat under the banyan
she scans the grey for clouds
and I her eyes for a mystic hint.

how lovely it would be
if it rains now
she says.

it would
I swear by the river.

We walk away
dreaming good crop
swaying in the river wind.