your hot breath Consumes my ears
my neck, Victim to your tongue
Heated Passion
with kisses that Burn

I want to write in a silent night
Holding my pen in a white sheet
I looked so uptight-dripping black ink.
Just can't think.

A dark clouds dispersing my mind
A big storm is coming
There must be an exit,
just can't find.

It washed everything away
Thoughts clambering on a trench
It's in the tip of the tounge,
just can't say.

The feelings were trapped
In an empty room so cold and dark
A shudder from horror,
just can't pray.

Squiggle! Squiggle!
Crumpled papers on the floor,
I badly want to find a door
Ugh, just can't write!

-A

8/14/14

Not everything I can make into a poem
like the sky just after rain
her embroidered smile its minutest hem
in her shade of cornea a grain of pain!

Not everything I can make into a poem
like wind eddies from wings of bird
her amorous veil that stokes my flame
in her lips’ quiver the unuttered word!

Not everything I can make into a poem
like the heron’s swoosh on the moon of marsh
her endless aroma without a name
in her eyes the million stars!

Not everything I can make into a poem
like when perches the bird on nest
her flushed cheeks in love game
in her kiss the sea salt’s taste!

oh but the joy and beauty
of the unrequited love

for she loves as far as she could
even with him miles away
and people between them

and she loves unconditionally
and though she hopes for the best,
she doesn't expect much from him

so she just gives and gives.
caring and loving.
and i think that's beautiful.