Strangely Unique
are the patterns of life.
Within Us
the patterns uniquely drive.

They drive on your finger.
They drive prompted by your deed.
                                            your need!
                                            your creed!
And retire with your choices decreed.


Patterns-
All of it unique;
All of it strange;
They'll drive across your time
Maybe touch mine when in range.

You see,
These are dots of delight;
These are dashes of pain;
Like a mosaic of memories
Within you, they remain.
Distinctly Yours!

Flaming lips, smoky wine, and cherrywood fire;
Carnal whiffs, gasping breath and unbridled attire.
Fingers fondling abstraction,
Touches kindling contraction.
Dwindling rules, nibbling every inch of desire.

Cease Fire! Ceasefire!...

Never did I wonder
That I could wake up fresh,
Twice and better.

Little did I know,
That pretty smile at the bus stop
Would do the latter.