Coffee brown lit light skin
Silk rolled glowing lights
Heal my heart, mere smile
Shining through berry lips

Rose petal imprint on my cheeks
With a racecar engine
Beside fantast filled lungs
Her warmth touch, current spikes
Melodies, vocals can't compete

Here hear my heartbeats sweetheart
With a kind response, patting kisses

Love,
it's Once in a lifetime….
How many stars shine at night ...
How many moons rising in to dark ...

Everything is beautiful only in a once.

And then,
You lose your mind.
your mind....!
The spirit of life.
The truth inside your lies
You'll lose... but you don't even care

As much you love to laugh you will cry
As much you love yourself you will hate
As much you love the light, you will sink to darkness.

then you'll never love again...
because it's a once in a lifetime......

the love...
it came and gone...
it'll come and go
listen to your symphony
The way Beats pounding your heart...
it's true..
love can only touch your heart by breaking it...

There is only left, sighs, the despers,
and stolen glances, sweeter for theft,
and burning feelings though for no pressure.

At night I lie with my head pressed against a pillow and my ear folded under listening to myself. I am fetaled. Not the loose sitting-position adult fetal. The legs tucked up into my chest arms wrapped around them fetus fetal. I listen to myself. To the blood flowing through my arterioles, rushing up to oxygenate my brain and fuel my Night Thoughts. Ba-thump goes my heart like that of my mother’s when she and I were one- my worries none. Ba-thump. I listen to myself and replay the day’s theatrics. But I am smarter, and funnier, and less awkward of a person. My jokes have the right timing and are well received and I am benevolent towards all and I am admired. Or... my mistakes are amplified. Everyone thinks poorly of me and I can’t believe you said that you ******* idiot. I talk to myself in a way that would be unacceptable if I were speaking to anyone else. For a time. At least until I am quelled by the heartbeat my mother gave me and I gain solace with my ear pressed against the pillow listening to it. Sometimes I listen to my life, count the beats like stars in the sky and wonder at that cosmic origin that created Mother Earth that created my mother that created me listening to my own heartbeat and likening it to the stars in the sky using the synapses that outnumber the stars themselves. I have a lot of time to think while I listen to myself. At night I am a psychonaut exploring the constellations of my own mind. I’ve named them Fear and Love and Hope. Ba-thump, ba-thump.

sometimes the trickle of
words to my own self
seeps into my veins
and leaves my heart beating

With my chin upon my hand
And my countenance bearing
An unintentional scowl of boredom,
I realize that my hand is beating
Just as my heart would.

I feel the pulsations
As my blood continues
With its rhythmical circulations.

My heart beat races.
From pure excitement and joy.
Of the thought of us.

My, once, steady heartbeat
had forgotten how to calm down.
‘Cause a feeling this sweet
makes me feel like I’d drown.