It was late when i stepped into the kitchen of my longing Waiting for the poetic water to boil my mind traveled to where you are right behind my neck your aromatic breath in a peck unbuckling my long night of hair unzipping all the doubts i wear off boiling my beliefs enough the faith pan shivered at your touch untying every line your fingers brush adding some silence salt and absence pepper the temperature drops when you're long and when you're long, every drop is a longing song and then you gently stir every verse with your eyes Sheer until they tenderly moan those hardened long ramblings under your fire pressure every touch is a slap of pleasure softened like rose buds in the heart of spring as i mind rub the metaphors nectar why do you hide so far? when you burn only as close as a breath rising out of my calling lungs and falling just in the palms of my expecting mess seasoned with your masculine oil the desert rose sweats in moisture and hanker dew
And to prevent your hooky sticking pour plenty of your presence water drown in the drain get off that life's fast lane and board on our fantasy plane taste as i serve you of my soul and bite when dressing on my heart for you in a seasonal linguistic delight the longer you cook your comings the mushier they become and melt in the hug of one "hello" forget not your craving letters ratio don't rely on this clock to evaluate doneness use those teeth bite to know when to stop lip to feel when never to keep some water to the going sauce when i have nothing but my lonely chillies to eat drain this time in a colander cover it up with your arrival rinse to keep it hot until you french leave in a shot then i spread your moments in a my bowl of hope ladling a scant half cup of wistful wishes in the middle of my acceptance sipping your kissing words on the tip of my tongue it has been too-cooking-long since you dipped into my languishing recipes fresh me always on your mind menu and leave never your ingredients to roast be it a saucy plate of lascivious pasta or a lash of 140 honey droplets on the back of a birdy chirp toast. so, in case you are cooking let your eyes do their thing because when it comes to you, my love.. There is communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.
They say you can cook! Aah... (You should've seen of me that look!) what can you ever make darling other than love? You foreplay the raw words into boiling fantasies Tickle the fresh distance alphabet into golden Alchemies Pasta the yearning into softened strands of rhapsodies and chicken the expectation in your short arrival pot saucing on your coming absence in a bet all thick and juicy Yet as flamboyant, your coming is as giant as your hiding presence. Heavy breaths mixed with pan screen sighs smokey rings curling with cumin chirp cries hurling fat fingers of crave incensing your masculine after shave with my scented delivering sweat cooking my love for you in a metaphoric banquet where i feast on who you get to be once you are just yourself with me stripping off the cloak of time bare to my exotic seasonal mind cooking
So you can frown when i kiss you only on the lips shout at my hands blown for only touching your bragging hips you can laugh out loud also then at my giggling your bursting abs picks and you can cry louder in the heart of my breast you can eat of my home made comfort food as much as you would ever want slowly sip on my hot caffeinated verse smashing all the ticking clocks of the world no, i won't ever let you french leave stilling time in my bosom shaft you can believe everything you feel then as your roaming hands upon my doubts skin would you can take off your shoes at my love temple and lay bare feet at my lips alter you can scream in my throat louder and shut with every stare of you my craving whisper And when you are not tiered, you can also rest just for the sake of it break all your toys and sit! This is what happens and it's okay my love! with all your love you might as well hit those cuddling lines with your sharpest wit you can video all your games in my head win your well deserved trophies in our poetic bouncy bed
For once i want you to be of you whomever you that you are not accepting i want to touch that face you hate the most, and color with everyday life's make up. kiss every scar you blush slow down every speech you rush for the fear of being understood i want to rip you off your every Raj and Rahul and hold you off your own fears' Don pick up those sparkling pieces you rust and serve you this soul you seductively torment back in a simple loving time achievement award you are one whole beloved with all your appetizer small dots and muted caps with all your snack snaps and main course chills your eyes may revive and kill but your unmade up heart face is my pillar of resurrection and your intoned mind is where i mix with all your ingredients in a making love recipe.
Look at me! once.. gaze at what you can't of me see! fix your closed eyes in my blurry vision pick my tear before it drops lip my eyelids and let time stops feed this selfish monster breed in me your special gender seed in my veins some grains of you water my desert with your poisonous rainfall let me die a fertile land expecting your insanely wise crops in a thought of the day long pregnancy call my name, once.. tickle those dimples as you pronounce my dangling four letters off the heart of your epiglottis Call my name, once... and i shall live forever Sometimes we get scared of the things we love the most or may be for them if they get too close we watch with eyes wide close what we would wish of them to see, and gaze upon what they truly are Personalize your stare take me off every word i wear grab my verse waist to your prose chest kiss off my lips all these rhymes i mist shut me up when i don't talk breathe yourself in me when i choke cut me off you. and let me bleed you in. love me the most when i least deserve it or better don't. i don't deserve it.
Taste me... as i honey drip in your first morning Coffee and inhale my addictive nicotine mind roll you are capable of everything! bring me roses of your body garden sing me a song composed by your eyes string my poem skin with your acoustic soul fingers rock on my belief with your heart drums Springsteen my ears when you are on fire swing like a Sultan when i strait dire Joel me love just the way i am and foreigner the Hero of my jukebox Prince like face my one shoe Cinderella be the beauty to my beast Disney on all my fantasies And save me every time i sprint my life's ankle just like a zaara's veer would do And if you need to put on some weight eat this distance in a the characteristic birdy bite Don these demons in a vfxed fight Om me in all my lifetimes to come as i Shanti yours out off my poetic fire Samar Anand my Meera insecurities Raj your Simran out of me Be the Franky to my Johnny and the making love Camera Lens to my moaning celluloid. Because without you, i become all that i should avoid an almost made up poem kinda thing And i know Bukowski would've been in upper case proud.
Look at me, when you are not looking turn my life upside down in a blink let me touch your chalice spilling off your favorite drink talk about me to your burning "Classics" discuss me to your worn out blue tooth brush detail my mind curves to your in public greeting blush convict me with your homicide longings count me in your own personal belongings seduce my resistance with your leaving comings and bring me on in an anonymous quote hug me tight in a random thought ask me out in your book for a date Oops me in a childish giggle, when you're late! And when you can't finish your plate kiss me with your first then interrupting cigarette. smoking -my real life around you- marionette And when you can't sleep, pillow me in your mushy troubled mindset nurse of my madness breasts as i lullaby your forgotten dreams ahead to the tunes of your miraculous being in me Telling each hair of you a bedtime story about an invisible butterfly whose wings are made of light.
Demanding to be felt like pain your absence kicks in the velvet heart stabs in the crimson soul in a reloaded Colt commander shot i bleed you of you when you come but you never arrive when you are around yet around not i still wait for you like an orphan star waiting for its moon in the night of its eclipse like a birthday wish that you whisper to the blown candles of that cake you never tasted like loving you. it goes on for-the-ever of your comings' Majesty
Waiting for you me the one who never even waited for a last breath to come save a life me the one who never ever knew Time stops with longing Hearts like an old shipwreck sinking in the sea of nonsense until you come to storm the Time Harbors away waiting for you... i wash the clean dishes twice talk to my neighbor about her new hair cut that i actually, don't like! i bake cookies with your name initials and make mad love to you in a satin blog verse i get dared with all my doubts in your faithful Russian roulette Waiting for you, i can't wait for you
i can't read freakin Dostoevsky fly with Whitman or land with Whinehouse and Chopin i envision Murakami out of his shore and ask him about you may be you have been with Chopsky or Adams Surfing the Hitchhiker guide of this damn galaxy! i hold on to our date off Krauss' History of love So i check on you at Iqbal and Agha Shahid Ali i check on you in the darkest of my heart Alley
Waiting to meet you behind the virtual door of Rumi between the right going and the wrong i wear your words in a black laced thong
I can't listen to Om Kolthoum hearts my heart out or Maria Callas' climax in a song
My afternoon Tea with mint gets cold waiting for you, my caffeinated secrets get bare told The hands in my watch go only to the left
to a time that is timeless and has no place and to a universe with no atmosphere nor space you don't come when you come and when you don't, you do you sometimes rise when you fall right into my bosom union of the lonely one and the lonesome taking off all the moments of wait naked to the bones of love waiting with my linguistic fluffy cuffs and the poetic whip of my verse kiss lashing your silence with my lips and torturing with my native tongue your worn out waiting, vocabulary because just like waiting for you
i haven't waited for you,
i waited for my much desired in you, eternity.
In me you burge like an urgent urge Hard for a word softer than a word touch waiting for my "you" to steam off the ashes of this anxious cigarette until i burn to the filter i see you with my stained finger listen to you with my wet of a poem's eyes waiting for you i don't pass the still time but the time stills, passing me. waiting for you is how i tip toe on the fire line of hope hopelessly struggling with my life's convulsing final pangs. Waiting for you, so that you would come.. only you do as fast as..you don't.
