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you always had a way about you that
made my heart and mind
burst with moon dust because i was so enamored with the way you could shine.


a regular enigma, you are open, yet closed, fearful, yet fearless. A heart of craters with strange places and desires.

you dazzle and dizzy me with your habits and reckless behavior. you throw away kisses like comets. you make planets bloom with life. you make orbiting satellites sigh and you use your hands to carve into me, reducing me to a blushing twilight.

i found a leftover constellation that fell from your gaze and burned into my skin.

you're otherworldly. and it seems to me that you could have any pick of dazed sunshine stained lips, any number of Saturn's rings, and even could warm the coldest hearts on Pluto.

but, i just have one question.

the stars in your eyes,
are they from my galaxy?

(or are they left for someone else...)




Sincerely,
a sick with wondering, starstruck, moon.
Sigh
 Jun 2015 Iqra
Kim Yu
In a dream I inevitably heard her voice
Singing a melody that pierced through the noise
Gentle notes from her golden harp were of a morning breeze
On the highest cloud singing without cease,
Her melody got lower as I moved closer
Her positive energy was just an explicit composure
Her presence gave out an eternal bliss
Nearly fell as she blew off a kiss
She slowly moved her hand on my palm
In a micro-second my broken soul was at calm
I rose like a flower on the first of spring,
She vanished in the clouds and left behind a feather of her wing
But her sweet melody continued ringing, eternally
As I greeted the morning breeze, happily...
 Jun 2015 Iqra
Shaylyn
You were the moon,
I was just the ocean.

I never could escape your gravitational pull.
My tides, the rise and the fall...
I owed them all to you.

The day you abandoned me,
I stood motionless, paralyzed by your absence.
A vast sea of salt water and emptiness.

Aching to feel your pull once more.
 Jun 2015 Iqra
Gaffer
January’s woman melts the snow.
February’s woman is good to go
March she blows like the wind
Aprils woman is sad then warmingly glad
May the shackles are off
June in bed till noon
July love on the beach
August same woman, roll on september
September’s woman is petite and coy
October is comfort and joy
November’s woman is fireworks, this is the one
December’s woman is ice cold, she’s just found out what  i've being doing for the last eleven months and wants a divorce.
 Jun 2015 Iqra
South by Southwest
Man asks questions
Therefore he thinks that he exists

No other animal asks questions
Therefore they do not exist

Existence is the question
That no one has the answer to .

God gave us the ability to ask questions
Let's not question our ability to answer too .
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