The rain sings her adieu;
her surreal scent, her every smile
her very essence drowned by heaven's
teardrops, while her memories remain:
boxed in mylar.
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The rain sings her adieu.
But how can one not forget her?
How her kisses lingers longer than
St. Elmo's fire, and the feel of
her touch refreshes every second, and
renews every hour.
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The rain sings her adieu.
Lightning growls and thunder flashes;
and every teardrop vainly tried,
to ease the pain of losing her.
Vainly too the hours, trying every second
to return back to the very moment where
time has finally called her to his bossom;
failing vainly to appease him with their
pleas.
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The rain sings her adieu.
But what is love without her?
To cherish every moment without her,
to live in bliss sans her, and looking
forward not having her?
Oh what purpose is existing when she's but
in another realm.
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The rain sings her adieu.
And beyond the horizon appears,
The colourful band of a promise-
despite her absence, her memories will
but forever be etched in through the hearts of those
who truly love her.

beyond words describe the fullness of you.
your smiles, such sweetness;
they pierce through my soul and etch to my heart
an unquenchable longing.

desire, and i fall for you;
like a glacier racing to the tropical oceans
my hardened heart is drawn to your rosy smiles
slowly thawing by their warmth

the lady night sings your paeans
her mysterious voice haunting
leaving such mysteries
like a popular song whose title is unknown

here i am yearning;
each day staring and wondering,
counting every moment
to when I will ever know your name.

Incessant longings sail on my ocean of tears,
The thoughts of you lingering,
the loss of you sears the heart like the branding of an ox.

Reading back the memories, like reading from the end
to the beginning of a pocketbook;
Pictures flitter beckoning the past, but alas,
You already have moved on.

I count every second, of every moment, of each fleeting
day;
Groveling past every inch, holding on to every crevices,
I try to climb away from this endless abyss with nothing
more than a fragment of your loving memory to go back to where my heart is;
within your Heart.

I pray to God, my beloved;
Let a single strand of my harrowing yet hopeful whispers tingle
your heart of hearts for forgiveness.
Like a live ember, let it burst forth and consume all your hatred
of me, then like a hearth from the cold let it stoke a love renewed.

I lit one stick,
In the darkest of nights,
its acrid kisses bring out
hazy pictures of our distant memories.

In its trailing smoke, I reached for you,
in the darkness, I embraced your fairness.
In my mind, danced your songs,
as I breathed in its kisses.

Slowly, a sweet narcosis envelops me,
as my mind is filled with your every detail.
Forgetting all traces of a painful reality,
But behind all its sweetness, lurks the bitter truth;
You’re leagues away from my side.

My smoke slowly turns to ashes;
Along with it, our memories;
And all my desires, and wishes;
it burns away, towards the darkness.

I lit another stick...

i  lit one cigarette;
a cryptic background music lulls me,
bringing me back where we first pledged our love.
love so pure and innocent, un-mired by any sensuous aspiration,
not wanting more, but just a gentle kiss from your loving lips,
and a warm embrace that seems to last a lifetime.

every trailing puff, from my dwindling stick, it beckons,
bringing out every single memory of you.
your smiles, your touch and your gentle gazes;
every single smoke brings out a bitter, yet sweet after-thought;
where we could be together, once again to renew our vows.

oh how delectable this narcosis is,
where you and i, once again become one, and me, once more,
reaching out to touch you, to kiss you, and smell your sweet perfume,
for you, my dear, are seared into my heart, never dying, never to disappear. oh how sweet it is, to be with you once again.

time is, but a hassle.
my pensive thoughts, like the cigarette i'm nurturing,
is slowly diminishing into nothing. all my wishes, and fancies, drifting
to another void.

i lit another cigarette.

i fell in love with you, at the first taste;

you beckon me, like a ***** from araneta -
“come hither, nay not thither, let's share our passion for the night,
for a cheap price, let's revel like lovers in delight”
but oh, how can i love you?

you are dark as mud, as dark yet rich, like sin;
you drawn me near, with your earthy and sensuous aroma.
oh, how heavenly your scent is. and you draw me nearer like a dog
drawn naturally by a bone.

oh your warmth, it delights me, like a hearth on a cold december night.
like a warm woman's body, you entice me, making me wanting to touch you,
feel you, like feeling a woman's breast, kissing her red, full lips, and feel the
warmth of the flesh between her legs.

i tasted you for the first time;
you are at first, bitter, like memories of a broken heart; you evoke my saddest
ruminations, the loss of a beloved. the first taste, bitter, but slowly evolving to sweetness, like the luscious kisses of a paramour. lips upon lips, tongue upon
tongue. the first taste brings out a cacophony of feelings and emotions, the
taste of warm chocolate.

i savour you,
your every scent and every taste from a cup of warm batirol-seared chocolate;
like lovers on a warm steamy night, we make love.
every sip, like a slow penetrating ******; slowly, yet surely, we waltz into the night,
dark as sin, yet tastes like heaven.

all good things have their end, and you my dear, is almost fully consumed.
with one last ******* gulp, i cherished you. let your final taste linger for a few moments and sear your delightful offering into my heart. i may have finished my drink,  but you have left me wanting for more.

i ordered another cup.