Your mellow voice with fresh dew taste,
Your dark chocolate eyes with inviting look
Aren’t talking to me, aren’t looking at me.
Hence somebody else needs all that for good.

Our hands never touch each other.
We’ve been looking apart long ago.
Your peace is the Sun. It’s warm an’ light there.
My peace is the Night with darkness and cold.

I don’t know, how all these could happen.
I cannot answer who is to blame.
And now I have to live somehow,
I have to live to spite of all them.

Your chocolate eyes and your almond hair
Fill me up… I cannot breath.
I need your smell! I need your looking!
I’ll truly love you up to death!

I’m left without you…
It’s not terrifying. Not at all!
My door is closed, lights are off.
My head is delirious on top of all.

I’m left without you…
It’s not queer. Come on!
Our love is farce. It’s long been known.
We must stop playing it. It’s gone.

I’m left without you…
It’s not hard. I got this!
And I won’t break! Don’t think about it.
Wanna check? Stay out of my way, please.

I’m left without you…
It’s not good. It’s empty.
I must pay for mistake.
There’s a pain clot inside me
This all is mine! It’s my plenty!

saw this cute girl the other day…
while smoking a cigarette at my balcony:
i was hovering over the pathway  
she’d eventually cross,
like an apparition watching over
her resplendent ignorance.

she eventually did -
the cigarette, having not been ****** on
for a while, drooped flaccidly
between my fingers.
i flicked the bud:
the ashes drifted away with the wind,
like confetti -
in the same direction she walked off
below -
as i watched from above.

I am not single
I am haunted
I am not in a relationship
With you
I am haunted by your
Touch
As this will make my
Skin crawl
In the good way
I am haunted by your
Love and your loving
As we make love
Again
And you bury your face into me
I become demonically possessed
I become haunted again
I am haunted by everything you do for
Me as  you do me sweetly and wanted do me again
Tell me that you love me
To exorcism my demons of love
And of passion
As we lock lips
Please free me sweetly
From my haunted  state
As you haunted me
Body
Mind and
Soul
I just hope
That I haunt  you as you
Haunted me
Let me be in love and fall in the fire of your love
Let the flames lick my skin
As you ravage me sweetly
Make love to me
Sweetly
It is the only way
I can get out this insanity

I am split down the seams
As I stomp through the battlefield
Of judgement and authenticity;
Looking for the place
Where it’s okay,
To love who I want,
And live unafraid.

First stage: pheromones

I can't sleep

with the smell of you
still in my nose

and your taste
still upon my lips.

Neither can I wash it away
Nor let go,

lest your essence I were to forget

A seraphic grand piano, besmirched with blood and fervent,
Scattered across old alabaster keys, Ichor stains scores of parchment.

Stewed passion runs wildly across the docile tempo,
Mellifluous effervescence lingers in the gored vestiges of a crescendo.

Memories of artistic vigour shrivel and regress,
Our blissful felicity of mellifluence, slaughtered by organic evanesce.

Gratifying sounds...
Delightful notes...
Each mirroring a sonnet of faith,
All conducting an aura of afroth !
For how could She, be such a gifted one ?!?

Sui generis" is the word,
Lyrical bliss per a chord,
Beauty as such an award...

A delicate Goddess within Her craft;
Why can't I spot any blunder in it ?!?
Soothing, soothing, soothing...
As pleasing as it can be;
She's of a divine femininity,
Yet, not precisely picturing Her glory,
Falling short in delineating Her charm.

Woman... O woman;
A certain euphoria, You conceive,
An eyeful masquerade, You evolve in,
An addictive healing, Your manoeuvre became to me.

~ A. Rose