Look at the dormant summer noon
Drowsing by the pregnant tree
And lulled to his vision of the moon
By a wandering honey bee
Whose songs are so sweet and subdued
Like a score of apples waiting  in
A cluster
Not knowing when they will be plucked
So they, too, hung on a sleeper’s specter.

© LazharBouazzi, TUNISIA

Shades of green with rising steam

She breathes

A familiar fog

I remember this heat
Does it remember me

His ink begins to bleed

Usually alone but sometimes prone
Temporarily lost in copper tones

I feel teeth sink
I feel skin rise

Green meets copper
They lock eyes

Much is said with little spoken
Green and copper mend whats broken

Melting together

The water is thick

Tension on the surface finally rips

No more restraint
They feel passion and pain

Numb lips i love the way you drip

I could only see through altered sensory

Clearly drowning subconsciously
Open wide beneath dark clouds brewed consciously

The familiar breeze that once calmed me

I no longer feel

She only qualms me

The mentally numb have become physically sick
I can't stand the rocking on this ship

So accustomed to life at sea

Flashes of lightning dance with me
A tearstained deck under my feet

I loved the taste

It smelled sweet

The salt and the sweat
All of our heat

A fleeting thought to a fleeting dream
A passion; a craving
An addictive sting

Something dark
An elusive charming

Velvet eyes that see no scarring

They see appeal
A dripping deal

An illusion of trust
A ******* of lust

Something gray with less shame
A sensation with more pain

The death of self and scraping of grain
Vanity masks a permanent stain

****** soothing leads to romantic bruising

How long can i refrain

Longing to escape his clutches
A subtle begging for aggressive touches

A breeze is building

Something soft
She sees the risk but wonders the cost

Constant hunger needs constant filling
This yearning insider her wont stop spilling

Torment lined with silver
A blooming darkness deep within her

A glint of light appears afar

Beauty and tragedy
A dying star

The wind is coming

She can feel my scars
A pain that can't be seen

Cracked lips fill with sensual screams

The freedom she seeks
Passion
Adaptive and flowing

The storm is here

The wind stops blowing