Your Birthday Special...

They said your cheek is so soft,
They said your hug is the tightest
They don't know darling,
You are only made of my roughest love skin
and The flesh of my verse
Where you get to share my mind life 
Where i get to pill you up
for ecstacy
Coat you cherry,
Cinnamon and Honey
Where I would color you black and white
like the rainbow of my love
you are but my dreams dream walking on two
you are but this silent scream i hold it through
you are where the roses bloom in my heart
and when i gigantically pose bare to the world
you are when i am the fearless and the madness
and when i fly in my gravitational stillness
Paralyzed feet yes... 
but the soul has wings 
you are that smoke dance of my cigarette
and the fireworks of my first morning coffee steam
you are that mad stanza hitting me while doing the dishes
or that word i hold in my throat while giving a lecture
about The mysterious death of Tut Ankh Amon.
You are when its time for my father's shot
And when by the sea i walk my dogs of solitude
you are when i burn my food
salt my tea and undress for work
and when i forget my dreams
Then find them in your soul pocket
 

   
You live in my mind
i have a bed for you upon my juicy lips
where we make love in your every public speech
And cuddle whenever i wear my glossy lipstick of words
before your screen stare
In my mind living room
You get to hold the remote control on the sofa of my eyelids
surfing my visual channels
for the exotic show of our memories replay
Holding a bag of My Doritos Puns
Shining like million Splendid Suns
In your Majestic Halo
And whenever you gulp i swallow
your pouring nectar,
sweet and sour  
we dine upon the table of my breasts
sharing bits of ourselves with the bites 
Lavishly humming each other's recipes
ringing the feverish cups in a Boërl & Kroff Toss 
Cheers baby,
Here's to our telepathic lust. 

what are we missing in my mind?
Ah! you also get dressed up in my mind
in Those Neruda metaphors and Cummings brackets
we ride Rumi's magical lines to the wonderland of Poe
we get to drink with Bukowski, Chill with Dorothy Parker
Grab a Smoke with Sexton and wander with Thoreau
we get to spell then all the things we don't know
in my mind life
we are who we are
the mad lover and the superstar
in my mind life we get to be
That intimate and free
just a you and a me
you take off all your masks of duty
And i unlock all these chains of time
wearing only our loving make up
and exposed in every rebellious kiss
we turn to each other, sleep in the blink of an arm
i hold you closest and shelter within you in a hugless hug
Sometimes we crumble at the bloody floors of my mind
and cry across the dark fields of melancholy 
your silence at times cultivates in my desert
and the winter rose bud shivers in dew
those are times when i run from you to you
for sunshine
Then we laugh aloud
laying cheerfully on my head thoughts grass ground
Touching your Playful chiseled Abs
calling each one its given name
How many sets should i blame?
for such bursting sweat?
from head to toe
i recall your bare skin stars show   
dancing around my ecstatic rhymes,
your clever eyes get away with all their crimes
Then we marvel at that polar bear of your nose
how i love your Aristocratic skyline nose
And here, your lips.. my most disastrous meteor 
How splendid is your orbited face!
So, i euphorically fly
within you to you
lost in the galaxies of your being universe
never wanting to be found.

And in my mind life 
we lovingly work hard
and you earn my every poetic Award
Time after time
We get High on a day like Today
I blow you superlatives balloons
And i light you my own poems candles
in my mind life,
i kiss you my Heart wishes     
And in my mind life,
i get to wrap myself in red Satin ribbons 
as your most special gift
And Sugar on to be...
Your very own Birthday Cake.    
  

     

He came, He Saw and He conquered..i am flying Highest in your love My Shah

i love you more then you'll ever know...

                                                                                               

      

       

Obssession...

The number of hands that touch you
and are not mine,
The number of lips that kiss you love
love.. that is only mine
On Rewind,
All those thoughts that pass by your beautiful mind
and haunt your brain
where only my name and i can linger
whip and grind
Scattered and redefined
i mindlessly mind!
All those jokes you laugh at
that i haven't heart shared
all those wicked fields your shutters glared
off my wonderland map
are but a crap lap
in the lifeless arid
All those smiles your lips shape
that much away off my calling nape
in any leaping amount
don't count!
All these hugs your arms tighten
around anything that is not my aroused being,
fall flat
just like that!
All those gazes your eyes commit
at everything that is not as curvy as my mind
go blind

 

All these word games you expose to any audience
that is not my most enthusiastic under cover skin  
don't win!
They sin
Reaching every slot where is not my within
And plead for my scented purification
Your temple i am and your bin 
All Those air particles your nostrils greet
that my heart lungs didn't inhale
kill!
unless you refill
off this intoxicated lust mill
your yearning madly fans in my space
All those little things you awkwardly keep,
my love,
weep
if not being cut of my burning flesh
All those dreams you have without having
remember me
All those lines you write without words
word me
veiled and bare 

All those cigarettes you lit
smoke only for my dancing silhouette
at the tip of that Coffee mug
where we passionately hug 
as your lip tip
in a lifetime world trip
in your every sip
darling,
I rise and fly
I lie and sit 
in our little secret madness motel of laughter
And cheers...
And all those tears
you never shed
roll but upon the wrinkled sheets of my black lined lid
as you silently lay in my confession lips bed
and repent.
All those shoes your feet dress
all those blues your mood enchantingly swings
darling,
even your Tees and Unbuttoned shirts
Don't fit!
until off my verse you're knit
a thread of screaming dots
woven to My larger than life size Cloak of Fantasy.  

         


 
      

Ink Dance...

Broken open
I poetically Dance,
Composed..like the wound
That is eternally fresh
Except it is not the flesh
that never heals
the bruised soul
that bleeds in feels
Howls
mad crows
chant in my wicked void
All my Solitude Rhymes
Sinful Hymns in your name

Hurling in the linguistic streets
and the grammatical alleys of longing
undressing the veiled adjectives
consuming the obvious and the absolute
Holding My musical notes palette
painting off your name this stick less drum
Your Troubled stares hum
Such colorful flute
like an inflamed meteor 
Our naked metaphors...burn

covered within your roaring silence
And my fragile exposure
My verse slaughter
Happens every time i call your name
so i angrily curse
As i soul bleed
like i give birth to your need
broken open
screaming the unspoken
the lines quiver
beneath my rhyming whips
pulsate their shivering dots
bursting in affirmative "Nots"
humming your name
my verse lusts again
And again
And again
many times i rise and reign
drunk on your stripping words show
your gazing wine drips
my in sighted Analytical sips
hysterically picking what you don't say
off what you do
i exhaust you
handcuffing your lips
to my bewildered mind bed
where i lay alone every night
after i volcanically erupt in your absent presence
my yearning lava
murmuring your name

I hung you to my cherry lips
And let lose of all my hunger breasts
to devour your pleasure metaphors
tracing your every lie
upon your truthful skin
But i trust your skin!
it sweats your thirst in my dips
And baby i love your veins greet
enchanted at my tongue meet
this landmark of yours i acclaim
my fingers dance within your flame
i mercilessly touch your fire
the funambulist on your love wire
burning in your burn
tearing and torn
my fingers ride your manhood hill
my fingers hold off your lips the quill
of truth
Then spell..your name
what madness are we living?
Honey? or may be not living
what is it about your refrain that insults my senses
i am going to devastatingly conquer your tenderness and you.

Drenching in my heroic anticipation
crossing the towers of your victimized expectation
i soar like a wingless phoenix
that you can never tame
or blame
As i ecstatically utter your name
typing it in the little box
on top of my new born poem to be
And scream my own within your heart Abs wordless workout prose. 

     

               

And Vice versa...

I like
i like these distance arrangements that you adopt
those security margins you draw around your heart
whenever i see your feet retreating one step back
I rejoice in a laughing crack
what do you know my love?
words i hum every night
whenever you untie a knot we once tied
and you restore a truth
we once heroically denied
i get enchanted

Whenever you burned a sail 
you once reserved as a back line
whenever you migrated away 
from The Countries of yours and mine
i never panic my darling, or even whine
i hang on to your every lifesaving sign
for the pleasure of the burn 
and the rise off the ashes
When you ignore all our memories flashes
I wink to your glass eyes
and spear a stare shuttering kiss
i never miss
whenever you hide
pushing me away to your center
almost bragging in a shivering laughter
you? my best awarded actor
I lay back and whisper
as you childishly sneak in for a yearning shelter
off my stormy absence
whenever you pretended to ignore my sensual presence
over your soul
my Cricketer heart beats, bat and bowl
when you uncover in a quote or an upside down book
And that your eyes can see but me wherever you look
And that your lips can shake any other but mine in a lock
i giggle
like pendulum wiggle
what do you know my love?   

Then you futilely tell
that all your senses are no longer my voice captives
that i am no more your Shahrazede
that i don't own you
be it a word 
or a singing bird 
i scatter in joy
my darling toy boy
what do you know my Shahrayar?
to you my moon, i am your every dancing star
because the more you are dipped in your space
the mightier you are at losing this pride chase
So i know how strong it would be the force of invasion
when you come back to me
when you mercilessly come back to me
me,
the one who knows you more than yourself
how can i not listen to what your silence tells?
to your struggling symphony 
how can i not measure your love's rising fever
off the frozen hell of your screening shots forehead?
how can i not be your dream trigger doze
and be for your darkness a shining light ahead
how can i not be smart enough to know
what you are trying desperately not to show?
what lies beneath what you say and what you don't
exposes to my powerful mind kit
so baby, untie whatever you weave and knit
lose your shields of grit and wit
spare your wild horses of denial
a losing race bet
In my love arena, My Shahrayar
we don't pick or chose
we only tell stories of a lover and a muse  
what do you know my love?
if you win you lose!
and vice versa.  

 

        

His little things...

His little things torture me
how can i escape 
his little things?
These little things that i don't know
but know me
like the palm of my head
These little things that i don't assume
Yet, consume me
like the last breath of his last cigarette 
like his one lucky number
i always bet on my life roulette
like his fun times on the set
like the first time his eyes and mine met
His little things that i never own,
own me
And as i push, they pull me 
like a string free marionette
His little things feel of me
what i am too scared to believe.

 
His little things grow
and without fire burn me,
The way his lips utter the "s"
my heart blows up in loudest mess
And when he touches his hair
i get scattered in his arousing air
The way his big hands talk
when his eyes to where i freeze, walk
And As his dimples sweetly flash
my juicy lips throw him a kissing bash
Flying smoochies all around
glued to his intimidating blush
my wildest imaginations rush 
when he mercilessly to my stares, pose
scratching his aristocratic nose
i listen with him to my heart sings   
where to run from His little things? 
if all i have are His dear little things
And some big dreams that i dare to chase.

     

Impossibles...

I need some air
that doesn't hide you within its fresh stillness.
that i can breathe but you again and again.
I need some space
that doesn't hold you tight to its void
that i can draw closer but to you in its ecstatic vain.
I need some words that don't euphorically describe you
with a new invented vocabulary every time
that can tell but your untold stories, the wise to the insane.  
i need new eyes that can see other faces but yours in the crowd
i need new vocal chords that can't shiver but to your name
i need new skin
So that i can tuck you in
beneath the flesh and the lifesaving vein.
in your absence,
i need thunders, lightening and Rain
in your silence i turn into a mad hurricane
i pours salt in my every wound
i whip my cheeks with rolling tears 
i suck all my blood and sip my verse drain   
i become a wrinkled sheet, and a black stain
in your absence, i howl and weep brainless of my brain  
then i need somewhere to curl up for warmth
for it gets so cold when you put off the sunshine you are
i need to hide wherever you show
between your selfish reasonable and your selfless insane.
i wander again..       
Where can i get another smelling sense
that wouldn't haunt your scent off my skin?
where you have always had but never been...
where can i get these sweeter lips?
that don't burn in the realms of this kiss
they never give or get within
i give in...

i need stronger arms
so that they can hug what is left of me
when i can't tighten them up around you
i need another heart
to love you some more
may be this one doesn't beat your name
loud enough...

May be i need another soul
To shine in your darkest darkness
To reach out where you mind this loneliest loneliness
So by all means come!
scream, shout, break or hum
rage, rant, small talk or beat a drum
or just be that shy guy, uncomfortably numb
Hold out as much as you want
your evil eyes release what they haunt
your melting heart is but a daring stunt
your silence is as vulnerable as blunt 
your silence is just noisy enough... 
So tell me baby,
where did i go wrong?
where did i danced when i should've been the song?
where can i find another me?
to re-love you
when i believe not any other myself
could ever love you  
as much as i do.

 

Please Always Stay...

Feast Kiss...

Happy people wear new clothes
loving people wear their hearts on
and i stand bare in between the happiness
and the love
wearing your gaze
gifted your presence present
tasting my longing
as sweet as sauer
with every passing hour
i get reborn
a greeting at the tips of your lower lip
that you bite
when enchanted
dismantled
at those words your eyes utter
snapped at the click of a shutter
your silence pose to
when all you can give is a shot
straight to the heart call
i embraced the blooming roses
in the prairies of hope
whispered love words to the waving moments
of melancholy
chasing the butterflies of your mind
holding the sparkling sky in my arms
i hug you
like you have never been hugged before
like the healing waves tightly sweep the shore
i would sweep you off your safety seat
keep you on your adventurous toes
unfolding myself, 
a story of your creation
sculpted at your loving hands
out of your smoky nights
and my delirium
Happy Baiyrum...
my love,
whatever you are wearing for a celebration
you may now Feast on the meat of my kiss.