"cloack" poems
I
Must say
You're best
At how you beat me
With the very bit of mine imagination
For
A second
You make me
Want to think,I'm the greatest amongst your enemies
Yet
When I
Grasp you in mine arms
And proximate you on me
Shall you quiver yet not so long
And shall gasp to kiss on my lips
Truthfully
Now and then
Shall your sighs puzzle me
And for every bit voiced
Cram how you had want to gulp me
whole inside of you
And even how you can't live without me
Yet
I'm cloack
With remorse
For I feel I make you a bully of my love
And
Each now and then
Will I listen to the words
You say and purge their fairness
To the very syllable
I
Had
Believed you whole
And mine eyes shall flood with tears forever
When I heard you say
He always make you ebb through
The beautiful blues skies and make you want
To catch the golden sunset
When you two make love
I
Had
Even believed
You thoroughly
And had sink into wild waters
Or probably drown into the deepest part
Of the abyss
And rest myself there
For an eternal self-torture
When
I heard you say
His touches make your heart beats faster
Than the rhythms of love played by a ghost
On a magic lyre
But
Then
Every word you uttered
Was a false figurine in your eyes
And
Again
By and by shall I peek the verity
They cloack your soul with
Like what they say
"The window to every soul is the eyes"
But
I may
Had Believe the very words
Your tongue chimed
Yet then
I trust wholly in the verity your eyes spoke
The verity your eyes speak
©Historian E.Lexano
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 5:23 AM UTC
For the words you utter
I pry fervently
If is mould of dust;just like me
I just don't get it
And finds it hard if I do
How can mere words be so hominid
Soft and ****
I just don't get it
The very sight
****** and cloack me with lewd
And make my entire body sweet
Like am dip in a jacuzzi
Full of chocolate and sugar
And lays my head on pluffy pillows
As it swift to the lanes of my mind
And twine my hair so brilliantly
I just don't get it
Who taught it my weakspots and hormones?
Who taught it all those gentle touches;
And ***** talks?
It whispers into my ears
Nuzzling my lobes and rings
I just don't get it
It defiles me completely
When it massages the pits
Of my elbow and knees
As my pupil dilates and mutters"I want you"so gently
I just don't get it
It makes my ******* get hard,and lurch
And bust my blouse
I gasp for fresh air
When it kisses all over me,and ends in the middle of my tighs
As I drip the tears of pleasure,and moans helplessly
I just don't get it
It follows me everywhere
Even in my bathroom
When it grips my moldy towels,and gets deep within me
And makes my heart beat faster than the athletes
I just don't get it
Not even in my sleep will it let me by
When it watches over me,and get into my dreams
And brews creams in my pants
I just don't get it,
Your words,your words
Your words is a man
Your words
©Historian E.Lexano
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
Oh that your hips lock to the crevice of my interchanging mute fragility
that I may become a part of your absoloute screaming
inclining infidelity
that I may wrap my cotton black sleeves around your wrists
and have you hum some old lullaby that your mother
use to sing to you when you were a child
mourning down at the pastel lake
where the waters scream its wonders and secrets
that hold something in the deeper side of you
I'm casting the debut of our lives on a pictionary mind
where thoughts interlude and transgress
every now and then and I am eluded by your watchful glare
into the raindrops that fall into my naturally black hair
I am subtle and hollow in your speech
calm and protective
on defending my own means
of living
oh there you are and I am blinded
all along
invisible with the cloack that I saw
hanging on the sides of your face
imaginary- beautiful , envision no pain
nor disgrace
wrapped in sheets of warm weather
and cool breeze
needless and the most needed
uneeded needs
my cheeks are red sunkissed by the shine
of everything surrounding me
completely bewildered knowing this is mine
bare I hold out all my caged animals
to seek your truth
hidden under gardens of possibility and crime
my mind
I see
is on the edge of extingtion
when drowning in all the different skin
I wake up early on sundays
from the sleep of dead
and open my chest to take and impignorate to all the precious
flowers that I will keep my eye on them
while I master the language
and you master the art of gaze
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 8:43 AM UTC
I
Must say
You're best
At how you beat me
With the very bit of mine imagination
For
A second
You make me
Want to think,I'm the greatest amongst your enemies
Yet
When I
Grasp you in mine arms
And proximate you on me
Shall you quiver yet not so long
And shall gasp to kiss on my lips
Truthfully
Now and then
Shall your sighs puzzle me
And for every bit voiced
Cram how you had want to gulp me
whole inside of you
And even how you can't live without me
Yet
I'm cloack
With remorse
For I feel I make you a bully of my love
And
Each now and then
Will I listen to the words
You say and purge their fairness
To the very syllable
I
Had
Believed you whole
And mine eyes shall flood with tears forever
When I heard you say
He always make you ebb through
The beautiful blues skies and make you want
To catch the golden sunset
When you two make love
I
Had
Even believed
You thoroughly
And had sink into wild waters
Or probably drown into the deepest part
Of the abyss
And rest myself there
For an eternal self-torture
When
I heard you say
His touches make your heart beats faster
Than the rhythms of love played by a ghost
On a magic lyre
But
Then
Every word you uttered
Was a false figurine in your eyes
And
Again
By and by shall I peek the verity
They cloack your soul with
Like what they say
"The window to every soul is the eyes"
But
I may
Had Believe the very words
Your tongue chimed
Yet then
I trust wholly in the verity your eyes spoke
The verity your eyes speak
©Historian E.Lexano
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
It's getting cold
it's pouring with rain
your own light
inside your heart.
For every breath
feeling lungs with cold black wind
a wolf stares sniffs and howls.
In every heartbeat
a soul's vast
a lion's roar
its dark brown eyes
the color of a cloak.
It's getting warmer
south wind whiff's
it's your own breath
inside my chest.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
O,dearest
Again thou passest-by
Like a staggering waves
Yet thou forsakest me;when I drew nigh
And left me
Alone in thy wilderness of love
To wander in the midst of scornful demons
Prowling through my heart
And pestering my soul
Out of my being
O,dearest
But why dost thou abhor me like these?
Like a ***** *****
Beggary of thy heed
Why dost thou wheeze me with thy sight?
But why;why dost thou taint my spirit?
Like a piece of scrap
Has mine appeal dim wholly?
Has wrinkles cloack me fully?
What about my breast,are they dangling?
Leer through my eyes
And pore my heart
The golden treasure;thy troth to grasp
Is swollen
Full of pain but empty
O,Dearest
Dost thou yen to **** me
Because I've fallen in the abyss
Of thy love?
Now I hate thee so much
But all I do is to love thee same
I love thee so much
But all you do is to bring me shame
Now be a man
And tell me
If thou hast had enough already
Trust me I shall go
O,Dearest
©Historian E.Lexano
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Again thou passest-by
Like a staggering waves
Yet thou forsakest me;when I drew nigh
And left me
Alone in thy wilderness of love
To wander in the midst of scornful demons
Prowling through my heart
And pestering my soul
Out of my being
O,dearest
But why dost thou abhor me like these?
Like a ***** *****
Beggary of thy heed
Why dost thou wheeze me with thy sight?
But why;why dost thou taint my spirit?
Like a piece of scrap
Has mine appeal dim wholly?
Has wrinkles cloack me fully?
What about my breast,are they dangling?
Leer through my eyes
And pore my heart
The golden treasure;thy troth to grasp
Is swollen
Full of pain but empty
O,Dearest
Dost thou yen to **** me
Because I've fallen in the abyss
Of thy love?
Now I hate thee so much
But all I do is to love thee same
I love thee so much
But all you do is to bring me shame
Now be a man
And tell me
If thou hast had enough already
Trust me I shall go
O,Dearest
©Historian E.Lexano
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC