Isis like...

No limits for my insanity

nor borders

to my sensible mind

as much stupidity as  i actually commit

none of them is ever set

anxious you are of my extremity

of the roses my darling, who gets shot?

this is me

from the day i was created

my smashing femininity

my burning squashing intensity

hit by thunders&mighty lightening

my shores roar

the day i am in love

spreading my veils

inbreeding my hairs

exposing my veins

as my savage rivers mock

the highest dams you built

when my love floods

i drown universes

erase heavens and hells

to drench you in my own honey wells

moons and suns i shutter
To our love i give birth

Don't just stand there still

before my hurricane

for i am a woman

whom when in love

 is out of her mind

here i am

before your soul

fearlessly colorless

mightily helpless
naked of my being 
but in your heart 

my love is my winter

This warmingly favorite

if the winter gets over

if i don't get to drink your blood sober

committing love as suicide

lustful guilt in collide

as i walk on the sea water

of your coming...

My love is childish,

that if you touched my waist once

i would fly between the sky and the earth

don't judge me for my nonsense

for without it

i am a  butterfly of stone

a rose of paper

and a senseless white sheet

you,

Sultan of his thoughts

write on my wrist

sign on my each breast

write on the awakened eyelids

on the winds

on the rains

on the murmuring waves and their ebbs

write what you never say
object to my court
as i appeal to your imprisoned humming

My wish is to be a letter

a question mark

a tiered comma or a hazy dot

that your fingers would spot

i would

if i could...

you,

the man whose love have set me free

of time's power

and places' control

if you only knew

how fascinated i am of you

how excited, safe and beautified

all my complications simplified

in your arms

scented nicotine and passion

like a patriotic soldier on a mission

your skin attacks and conquers

you, hiding between the words

implanted like an oak in my depth

do you even feel me?

Of that pen in your hands

i get jealous my love

for it happen to touch your fingers

like the spread sheet, my heart lingers  

jealous of the smell of ink

of the lines you think

of the silence you dive in

of the chaos your eyes behind the shutters create

i get jealous of all those love letters you write

with spreading arms and a dimpled sight

i get jealous of that coffee mug handle

of those slippers, trousers or cigarette 

and those things you personally handle

i get jealous of the air you breathe.
I get jealous of my crazy poems,
when you happen to read me

You my love,

laying there at the end of the world

do you remember me?

that woman you shaped of sea foam

of rubies, corals and of chrome

i am the one you would call with a blink

an unwritten verse,

and an unfinished drink 

that you unwillingly left

at the corner of your mind.  

Do you ever see me?

your very own masterpiece

sculptured in my womanhood

Venus like or even Isis

wherever i am is a genesis

night falls in my flying locks

pomegranate full rip round blocks

inviting your imagination demons

to pleasurable dreams seasons

and the banquets of pain

my Osiris,

This is your Me...
Healing fantasy 

your magical refugee
collecting your fourteen pieces 

to get pregnant with our life
Delivering hope out of the womb of irony.