Coffee stains on these lips you stained
Your breath I can still feel, whispering 
"I'll never leave"
But promises are feigned to be broken 
Deigned with trust, words that matter unspoken
Fate played its twist, karma hit me like I deserved this
Past loves I slaughtered, they'll be laughing now
"I hope he'll die a loner"

These lips are stained
With more than just coffee
They are stained and tainted
With the ghost of your memory.
I still recall, last fall,
When you took the words 
I love you and 
Breathed life into them
As you whispered them gently
In my ear
And stamped your name
Underneath my rib cage
I remember how sincere
You sounded,
How so willingly 
I plucked them from the air
And surrounded
Myself, in their warmth.
I'll never forget, 
The yield of regret,
That comes with not 
Building up walls
And putting up a safety net
For all of those times you
Let me slip
Between your fingers
And the pain it still lingers.
Your promises were made
Empty and broken
The lies and deception
Apparent yet unspoken.

Life's expectancy to decree what I believed 
That our love was bound by fate
If only I didn't get my coffee that day
We would never have met
And I won't be dealing with this heartache
I hear but I can't see
Blinded by your Iloveyou's 
Those 7 letters, three words will be the death of me
Clinging on to hope, hoping you'll be my last
But like the others you left, 
For the first time, leaving me broken
Helpless and leaving me wanting more
Was it even real for you at all?

I thought that maybe
I had finally found the one
But past lovers
They too, had upped and gone
And I'm left thinking
And wondering
*Is there something wrong,
With me?

An artistically woven
turquoise woolen
pullover made
out of the finest
moher fabric
made my day.

Made for you,
to be caressed
and cherished
as a perfect
garment.

It looked so good
on you, my darling!

Rainbow colors always
bring me happiness and
I gently touch you,
feeling already safe
as a deer in a flowering
forest; within narcotically
scented alluring hug, we
embrace again, tightly,
you and me, entwined.

Whiffed winds melody
played through tall pine
tree tops as a flute song
swaying branches. It seemed
as they are affirming our walk
along the shore, where the river
meets an ocean, hand in hand,
peacefully.

And, yet, every time the
strong cool breeze exposes
your magnificent masculine
figure in that woolen top,
my coolness faints into the
void and dissolves itself.

Our urge emerges!
I feel your fingertips touch
as a passionate flame dance
over my face, you turn my
head up toward your loving
gaze, wanting it so much,
slightly pulling me up
then burning my lips.

Our hurried steps are heard,
echoing as a rushed tempo
on the salty path, fresh air
lingers around us, leading
us to our charming summer
suite, to undress. And love.

/
I want to paint an image of Thy
That's not to be made with Water Color
Indeed desire to paint an Oil Painting
Blue will take from the Sky
Green from the Grass
I will take the Yellow from Barren Fields
Red will be borrowed from Parrot's Lips
And water from Your Tears
Will be grown thousands of Lost Dreams
After mingling of all the Colors
Thy face will be floated,
As the thousand year's "Mona Lisa"
With a patch mystic Smile
On my Gray Canvas

The bottom of the image's will be written
"You, My Beloved"
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen

It was on the walk while surrounded by dizzy  
stillness and birds' song,
Invoked in a desperate last gasp
It was all too apparent with the spinning nothingness of this street
Swirled and unapologetically driven by nonsense except in smatterings
while looking down a street
looking for a cigarette,
The reality in facing reality hits me,
like a swift kick in the nuts
when the Gardener looks at me with those,  uneasy eyes,
The walk continues as
the colors inked with rusted mailboxes
etched with dying roses synch grey skies
and grey...sweatshirts
The walk feels well worn
and I stand in unconvinced understanding,
That I was no longer nauseous.

Love was the lone window lit in that long wintry night
the vivid book that kept talking even  in sleep, evoked dreams
when he slipped in to the deep pit of dark blind abyss
love was the rope ladder to the rainbow bridge of hope
she frequented, but won't recognize his presence for a while.

love compelled him to compose songs that would stop
the flow of tears, his eyes were never dry even when slept,
it was the stone wall that shielded him from the fire of misery
the rain that came down in torrents when his broken heart
was parched dry in a cruel spell of drought that seemed endless.

Alone on the shore, washed by waves he heard those whispers
love speaking to his psyche, in a comforting tone, reminding mom,
gently love took him by his hand,led him through the rocky path
sharp thorns and rocks wounded him, gathering nightmares
chased and haunted him; love came along in many disguises
and comforted him,chanted potent mantras of endurance, gave hope
love was both the charioteer and messenger, true redeemer

All they wanna do is use and make use of you,
they construct the concrete of high rise to
fill full of lies, so
when your eyes meet
the rush of the street  and
jump,
take the leap
the
pounding stops.

The suicide shops,
open all day
go in with a smile and
come out with dismay.

There are six sides beside me
two sides that ride me
not one of them hide me
I died
yesterday.