Dreaming of oriental
opulence and power

Time to set fair
for the east

Luxuriate in foliage
screeching parrot
clawing blood
from shoulders
sore from labour.

Some day soon
the silk robe shall adorn
this shabby body
and a vast turban
studded with gems
will stiffen the neck
and tighten sinews
sagging from
riding bed
sick and imbibing
cheap wine.

Bring me the winged stallion

I must
must must
fly

take it,
live it,
like it,
return it,
loan it,
sleep on it,
look at it,
close it,
open it,
occupy it,
own it,
buy it
populate it,
disseminate it,
talk about it,
listen to it,
feel it
destroy it,
stop it,
yet to in love with it....

(c) Ko Win Khine aka. D Hlaine (May 4th, 2016.  NYC)

Your love for me is a loud silence

I see your face
whenever I try to
Remember
Your voice

I can't hold you
Like I really want to,
Hold you
Where my hands
Could leave imprints
That will not be easy to forget,
I can't caress you
Like I really want to,
Trace every inch of you
A map that leads
To the stars in your eyes,
I can't love you
Like I really want to,
Ardently consume you
A feverish attempt
To absorb you,
But for a moment
Intensely rage
Against the night sky
Feel your soul
Bubble beneath your skin
Peel like a sunburn,
But I can make do
Just being next to you...

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