There are fewer things
beautiful than ugly,
I know that stars are most
bright when they fall
from impassioned skies,
That when your skin
meets mine, I am like an
amnesiac being returned
a lifetime of memories.

I hate few things,
except, perhaps, the murky
lakes of your eyes,
The misty beaches we
explored until sunrise.
How you pressed your lips
to mine like a death wish,
that it was deplorable,
but we wanted more, more.

My body was a map
you tore apart when you
got tired of exploring it.
The ancient psalms of our
tongues cannot silence.
Ruins of ancient Rome
survive on your lips, yet
you still live, breathe.
You call yourself mortal.

She was nature, beautiful
But deadly, her cheeks as
Scornful as a rose, the smile hid
The thorns underneath.

Her presence though unseen,
Could be felt, like the sun's warm
Breath on bare winter skin.

She led him somewhere secret
As the night lures the stars,
As clouds gorge on the
Fragile light of the moon.

Over the crumbled bodies
Of leaves, into the alien
Land of tranquility.

When he woke, hands burning,
There was nothing left to see.
Only a faint feeling glistening
In the air, a failing heart and
A tongue full of dreams.

You are
    memorable
       to me
              and
        I was
          probably
                      just
          another face
                in the crowd
            for you.

Up, down, round and round
To and fro
Back and forth
Dance with me
this dance of ambiguity
I say this
You say that
I do this
And you do that
Sometimes on the same page meet
But most of it
Ambiguity
You reach to touch
I hold still
I lean in close
You back step twirl
I lean away
You lean close
Like two teens
Discovering love
Morning comes and goodbyes said
Till next time
We're in the others head
Awkward stance
Both you and I
We finally touch
It's not goodbye
One day soon
We'll be in tune
Until that day
*Ambiguity shall stay