i want to think in philosophy,
to speak in prose,
to act in proverbs,
to admire in odes.
i want to love in sonnets,
to feel in poetry,
i want there to be literature
in every part of me.

"What did she taste like?", they asked him after his first kiss.
"Dark like her words...."
That's all he could whisper as he drowned deep in abyss.

I want you to remember our first kiss;
                                    the way it tasted,
                            my  silky smooth lips,
                          and how long it lasted.

kiss me
pretty butterfly
soar with me
through truth
through reality
let us start anew
spreading our wings
together me and you....

When I kiss you
I share with you the air I breathe
and then
I softly breathe you in me...