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He asks her to write a song for him,
She composes for him, her poetry...
                                                      ­  
                                                        He asks her to tell him a bed-time story
                                                        Sh­e lulls him with her poetry...

He asks her to sing a song for him,
She recites to him her poetry...

                                                     ­            He asks her to dance with him,
                                                            ­   She moves him with her poetry...
                                                  
He asks her, to be his girl.
She smiles, *and gives him her poetry...
Poetry is what makes her.
Draft.
Under a meridian moon,



That silvers the shroud of night,



My fingers map the contours of you.



And in this safe harbour of limbs



Two polar opposites conjoin.



Magnetic fields pulling us close



Navigating the other’s shores.



Taking me from valley to mountain,



Parallel lines now fused together



And the world bows down to us,



Our love bursts open like flowers in the sun.



And we float on tranquil waters



Light, so light, no orientation.



Motionless, trembling, helpless.



And within the tremulous radiance,



We return to scale.



From the zenith of my love,



I want to be a cartographer,



To represent a special concept.



And depict this phenomenon onto paper,



Giving you the legend and the key,



And draw you a map to the stars.
 Apr 2015 Et cetera
Kasharic
Lament, Repent and save me, for these sins we've sinned have slain me
sent me spiralling, icy shivers touch my spine as i think we cannot sin again.
Drained and Pained you've made me, through your web you have restrained me
Tamed me, Kept me wanting, Dreaming dreams i'd never dreamt before

Though your beauty lit the morning after nights i spent adoring
skin to skin we slept embracing, doting on each others form
Grieved am I, and mourning, wishing I had kept from falling
Drowning deep and deeper still in tears wept from our love

Sickly streetlight lit your features and made my body succumb to shivers
uncontrolled, uncontained as i strained to halt my nervous shakes
so sweetly we trembled together entangled inside one and others, soft embrace
as time stood still to let us savour each others touch

Misted windows kept such sights from unwanted spying eyes
and the music kept all sounds from trying ears
your whispered words a great disguise sent my mind to greater heights
believing wants and dreams were nigh and thus i now repent

"forgive me for my sins
and grant me a new life
gift this life with sweet reprise
and bring me to your paradise"
 Apr 2015 Et cetera
LuLu
Cried out eyes
Haunted by dreams
Even when awake
Inside I scream

An echo through my mind
Tormented, I weep
The pain so excruciating
The secrets I keep

Darkness surrounds me
Taking my breath away
Somehow this life
Has lead me astray

My wrists bleed to just feel
The blood covers the floor
I have sewn them closed
Continuing to fight this war

Regrets have consumed me
My heart cries in vain
My mind is the enemy
Thirteen million miles from sane

This is the real me
I have hidden so deep
I have shed my skin
I struggled so hard to keep

Alone in the dark
Depression has eaten me alive
Anxiety its partner
I don't think I'll survive

Look past my facade
I am broken within
This cancer has forsaken me
I am too weakened to win
so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens
Painting this picture,
With you in it...
It is almost always you,
You find a way...
You are in everything I do,
And in every medium...
The lemon  yellow,
Phalo blue,..
The burnt umber,
Every hue...
Every color has you,
The way that I used to.
And these feeble ways
that I can still have
Through gentle strokes
thoughtful shadows,
carefully placed highlights
to effectively embrace those subtle shapes
When I miss you...
I paint...
To see you,
Face to face.
Missing her,  longing, painting, portrait, love, loss, heartache
 Apr 2015 Et cetera
hkr
shots fired
 Apr 2015 Et cetera
hkr
if this is a warzone,
then call it a warzone.
but don't you dare call it love.
 Apr 2015 Et cetera
Maria Imran
Stop making me miss you this much.
A crack on the heart's wall.
Do you see?
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