Her smile hits like rays of sun
Her eyes explosive. Like the bang of a gun.
Her hair was soft like tailored silk.
Her voice was quick with witful skill
Her presence calm, an oceans breeze
Her hand in mine, the gentlest squeeze.
Her body pressed so close to mine
A heat that makes a fresh sun shine.
My sweetest angel still.

her skin
looks like the sunset
its promise
sounds like her voice
strong
soft
and humble
singing songs of
witful phrases
the earth's spine shivers
in delight
of her footsteps
treading lightly
teaching ways of wonder
by seeing through the eyes
of children
and speaking in tongues
of brilliance
she is a flower
my mother
dancing
welcoming the rain
forgiving the clouds
and blooming
in sunlight

Downward

Beloved, touch me
                                 part|after|part downward
like rainfall.

I want you like how farmers want first rain.
                   I don't want to know where you start,
I just expect you in my body, to be wet.

                   lay kisses on my lips mild|into|mild
like turgid music into soul —
                               welcoming|expecting|gladly
                   like a delayed menstrual period.

let my clothes come off gently like prayers
                  fall my body into yours like devotion
research my body parts delicately —
|there is witful poetry between my legs|.

                  Research my body parts deep, deeply
Till your touches becomes a professor
                  Till I forget my mother and father
Till I forget death, paradise and hell
I am a dishless meal
                                   spoon is not welcome.

Betray every sadness in my body like Judas.
                   Come into my ocean
raincoat and swimming is not a requirement.

|there is witful poetry between my legs|.

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        Movies don't convey to real life.
     Romanticism isn't alive. In fact,
     it wasn't even alive in the past.
     It only remains inside heads of
     the sickened ones.
     Witful and vibrant conversations
     don't happen over the course of
     our dull, primitive days.
     Those who understand it
     are bless'd
     Lustful stares, funny accidents
     and bold events
     -Never manifest.
     Those who gullibly await'em
     Tired eyes, fake smiles
     End up stomped
     Gnashed, mangled
     By some
     h a m m e r
     Hitting hard
     Hitting bad
     Hitting fast.
     Ha ha
     Bang-bang
     Bye bye

     Movies destroy'd
   My mind and behaviour