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Your kiss
stirred
my dull
         roots,
brought a
   a sheen
all over my
  being;
see it clearly
in my eyes
that borrowed
two stars
from some
  love struck 
               galaxy
I'll be known
                widely
as your
"haloed lover"
hereafter.
*
      *
           *
your saliva
tasted like
fine wine,
fermented
moonbeams
added with
rainbow
just enough for fizz
'patented
just for one'
I heard the whisper
of your eyes.
I'll tightly wrap
my arms around you
to keep
the formula a secret,
strictly between us.

I am still
in intoxication
after all these
cycles of lives
I just want
To start fresh
Is that too much?
 Mar 2014 Raphael Uzor
C N Kumar
In the courtyard, I am getting
I have hungry, ask my mind
She gave a book, covered with red wrapper,
when surround was much darkened,
after the dinner, wakeup on morning.
            
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 Mar 2014 Raphael Uzor
C N Kumar
So, tell you all crows are white
They serve me without any profit.
But, you love for my money
And property also.
Still mother wait me,
Lighten her eyeslantern.
Daydreams get off me
When, become mad mind
Train going far away
Colours fade out to blind,
Be imagine glorious blossom
But evening star reaches out
Behind black clouds.
There ended my vision.
Here are told you touring birds
Return their nest very soon.
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sleep is sleep. it comes like weary and leaves your bones less bone.
it comes. it descends like charity and swallows your sparrows like a blue whale
on a dark night
in midday.
How can I sleep when
sounds are digging my grave
and pounding, pounding, pounding
me beneath the Earth's surface?

Distractions, annoyances,
humming, drumming,
rat-a-tat-tat and this and that
are driving me to insanity.

You sounds are like New York City.
**YOU NEVER SLEEP!
The very definition of the word love
begins with the word
**you.
A flawless red curve of
Seductive lips
Your bold tongue
On the cusp of mine
I savor your words
Reckless declarations
Breathed down my throat
Slashing my soul
A wound that won’t heal
Exposed to the memory of
*******
Memories that make it my ruin
The way you wrenched my heart
Racked my mind
Molested my soul
The desolation you left me with
When you were done

I look for Pink
To comfort and inspire
My emotional essence
You will see if you
Look into my eyes.
The heating blanket is my friend,
it keeps me warm in my cocoon,
safe from the cool drafts
of the spinning fan,
who keeps me company,
constantly circulating
the stale air
hanging around,
above me
in my empty room.
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