O that man
What he hath
Isn't it more than anything
That attracts my eyes,just
O dear?
Men don't have curves
They say
They cannot be beautiful
They have to be handsome
O so gendered is our tongue
So complex
OK so
He has a beard
Not a grizzly bear
But a beautiful
French cut
I revert to nationalities
You hear!
His cheeks seem to be soft
As sponge
O cake
I remember
His hair
Not bundled up
Neither not in place
Is perfect
Combed properly
O his eyes do the talking
They are so near
Verdant black iris
To people's hearts
O but he's forgotten
Some bit of
Hair
At the back of his neck
Small strands
Of masculinity!
You'd say
Not properly shaved
I say fine
O dear
His enigma bears
A thankfulness
To these ones
I swear
His face clean
After a morning shower
He looks handsome
Or beautiful!
O not only ladies
But li'l ones are
'Attracted' towards him
O one of them
Holds a piece of fur
And gently touches his chin with it
He feels roused
And greets with a smile
Not goosebumps though!
Simple joys!
O you think where I get
These weird words
O they were
In a newspaper advertisement
Glorifying
If not deifying
That page
OK enough
But I think
In such images
Apparitions echo
Telling us
Something to learn

When I picture us together it's almost perfect.

We always have a blast, laughing together and talking about everything and nothing.

How beautiful it would be to add summer dates, roadtrips, singing in the car and kisses to that.

But that picture is cracking.

It's getting clearer that we will never be.

It hurts. My god it hurts..

You must be feeling it too, but something is holding you back.

I think about you all the time, and what we could be.

How do I bury my feelings for you when you make my heart skip beats when I hear you laugh and smile at me?

How do I let this go when everytime you look me deep in the eyes I just wanna kiss you?

We are pretty pictures
             under hollow frames.

Never realizing that which
                          holds us together.

Is just as important than
                                what people see,
when were momentarily observed.

Picture me suckling on her elbows, lips enveloping that round lump, teeth scraping up past the skins’ v-fold, you might even want to dress that elbow in dotted pale cerise cotton *******, picture me lapping at her neck, tongue thwapping, spit running down to the corners of the mouth, bright nose pressed firm into the temple, my salacious grin in the wee pit of her eyes,

Yes I am there.
Picture me pawing, growling, climbing up her thin skinny young legs, my junk clambering its way into her grove garden cemetery of Hearse boxes and heart suitcases, where by death nothing grows anymore. Picture heavy, weighty, fleshy flesh tearing to shreds those photos you’ve been keeping of changing diapers in the back of your mind, those pictures on the top of your Steinway, picture me in your picture frames. Picture me I am the perfect imbecilic interstices to incise your pristine sweethearts’ heart, picture me, for I am the beast trammeling your restful sleep. Picture me while I take what I please, picture me as I take and I cleave, fueled by rancor and grief, I am your concerted antithesis of pleas and no’s and pleadings. I am but her best friend till the end. Picture me, woof woof. Picture me.

In every moment, don't forget to smile.
Do pray to feel the first kiss of every breath.
And in each moment I'll return the favor.
Covering the picture of your face.
Frame to frame.
Our eyes the glass that protects each memory.
A sweet smile that becomes the entrance of life itself.
Ambitiously half lifted eyes crinkled around the corners.
In every moment, don't forget to smile
and I'll return the favor.
Life is too short to let these moments go in vain

Across the wavy seas
I see everything.
On this boulder
I stand amazed
along with the breeze.

Skies so potent and scenic,
The trip took awhile,
but I made it
and it was worth it,
but should never be repeated.

Every rock covered in green
leads to a path
and curvy roads
that leads to castles
ever so beautiful and foreseen.

Her raven black hair
would shake and fly
as she danced
happily, happily by.

Her bare feet
steeped and wiggled
as she played her drum
she twirled and giggled.

Some moments she would
stand and think deep thoughts
as she would be lost
in glorious nature spots.

Her town found her strange
as the young woman she was,
She was much more,
but all they could see was flaws.

Her heart was in the right place
and that is all that mattered.
She would dance and play
with her long hair scattered.

Her dark eyes carried
no hurt from the people's remarks.
She would do her own thing
and her light would always have sparks.

Stranger clouds travelled,
Above her
Furious but imaginable thoughts,
Wandered beside her
Are the naked trees friendly?
Or dead?
Inside her, she felt the same

How could a phoenix rise,
from the ashes?
She let a sigh, and wondered
Will ever the birds sing?
Or the same will remain?
As the crows cried
Inside her
What could possibly be the matter?
She arose from the shadows
Could she still remain in the light?
When the darkness creeped through her,
She screamed silently
And violently
Desperate for a healthy love