at the exotic hotel
of your capricious mind
where occupants get recycled
like towels and sheets
each day brings
new hopes and excitement

but only for now.....

that great equalizer
‘death’
which no one controls
will have the last word

let the clock
measuring your time
which is ‘the lamp of my love’
show that
there can only be
one occupant in the more
pristine hotel of your heart

till then
bye bye....

© 2019

he
for whom
abstinence
or indulgence
merely imposters
ever equanimous
untouched by cosmic maya
bearing that crescent on his crown
steeped in the bliss of pure awareness
primal soul with no beginning or end

© 2019

Cuddled in bed au naturel, legs twisted around that sculpted waist, I smell the english rose in the silky strands of your hennaed hair. But it’s his vetiver-tinged cologne sprawled over your swan-like neck which suffocates me.

An empty pack of Marlboro, after our hurried twist under the satin sheets,  is all that remains. Your distracted eyes during that last puff give it away. It’s our love that will go up in smoke.

continental drift
engineered by stealthy time ~~
shards of broken glass


© 2019