My amber, my emerald,
Come ring me.

These unencircled fingers
In thrall with you
Stay unassumed, almost daily.

I missed you way too long!
It's when the dream lingers,
Almost the end of night,
That I may put you on
These preppy pallid
Particles,
You my vibrant petites.


You can hardly
Lay there sheltered
In the box,
Cool and amorous.

What is part of you now,
Does it solidify in silver?
Are you cast in gold?
They say, humans
Absorb them too.

But you always shine
Embracing
Everything you do.
I'd just as soon
Come to be in you.

Oh, to contain substance
So virtually fluid!
It seems many a day
I am still in search of it (of you).

Why then you dissociate
Just like that,
Or is it from my dream?
That easy to be ****** in love.

That night had as ever
The light that was all
But a burden.
The stars could
Obtusely loom bright
But that's known too well
If you long for the story:
Bear no shame to tell.
A sickness of grudge overlaps
Lest you keep it intact
Off a road to wilderness
Of thoughts to become yet
Quite yours.
It's a very own cleanse
In pursuit of a remarkable journey,
A yarn spinned
Of too yielding words.

THEY broke into my storyline:
confections served were not so slight
still i missed out on YOU at first,
that trace YOU gave of sheer remorse
put that now in you head,
sweet THING!
my guilty pleasure feels like savoring.
a palate to transpire any doubts -
a skill of tiger on the prowl

it's the plot of a mindless fling,
i care for YOU to be within
though such acting's bound with letters' dire ******,
i see YOU TWO again to have my bliss

i read YOU out,
i spell YOU!
then write YOU down
i read YOU out,
i spell YOU,
then write YOU down

it's been a while i had my click
with all the fluff i cared to think
i thought this time WE may never part,
but YOU are in the line with change of heart

it's the plot of a mindless fling,
i care for YOU to be within
though such acting's bound with letters' dire ******,
i see YOU TWO again to have my bliss

i reread YOU out,
i spell YOU!
then rewrite YOU down
i read YOU out,
i spell YOU,
then write YOU down

The simple is crafty,
It's driven by thriving,
It's cool and it's artful
Envisioning the sublime.

Allow me be simple now,
That's not outrageous.
All sorts of one substance,
All forms of dim treacheries.

A smooth olive sparkle,
Not the one with the edges
Abiding with the peeves,
Deeply drowned in dry Martinis.

Too diligent to continue
Because if a life is only simple,
It becomes completely unbearable.
Taste makes me feel all the complexity
Of it, but the simplicity is just a scale
At which I am capable to create.