Not like us, you speak, no, you rain. Of your fullness, your eyes are
clouds and with your drizzling voice, you are only as beautiful as you when you laugh, the night dribbles like music to the petals of the bathing in your tunes, rose sprinkling dew only if you knew my love...
And if People are scents, you would be the smell of love, my love, scented in sin and prayers of forgiveness. You would be the rain of fantasy Dripping in poisonous reality you would be the plum of children's laugh when hands extend for an autograph or pose for a dream held still photograph in the Fan mart you would be the cinnamon of the heart and the mint of the yearning you would be the oriental incense of the want and the ash burner of nostalgia you could rise in smoking lines of my home made cooking mind dish and in the fresh Cuban Coffee cup of your face.. in the "Classics" dance of erotic on your honey lips arena you would be the bride's first tattoo Henna on her wedding night you would be our after years long rose fragrance first tight hug you would be the jasmine of your lil one's first smile and the orange of waiting for your every once in a while you would be the chocolate of your words anticipation and the vanilla of my radiant smile at your comings between the bragging mango of my body's shivers and the bursting Basil love made dripping off your gaze you would be the dawn's first tears on the longing night leaves you would be the salted sea breeze kisses the wind at my hair and the lavender of my eyes holding your reflection for a journey in the paradise of our hell encounter the pumpkin pie off your lips with every "s" word and when your craters happily flash sandalwood you would be the Pancholis of my childlike joy in your words arms and the balsam of your name tenderly tiptoeing off my soul throat when you are not here but around.
What do you smell like my love? the Almond of your steps at my door the ginger of your bare feet in my craving floor and the lime of your misty rising upon my starlit mind i can scent you off my sight wearing your sweat in black and white whatever you sport i smell like petals of your love roses on a windmill you spill as i refill as aromatic as your arrival in me is your twirl beneath the weight of our belated blossom you crumble in the warmth of my bosom where the scents of dreams mingle and tears tingle within the sweetness of a welcome Home scented kiss.
What do i want? you may wonder A tough one to answer the you of you i am after the one you set fire to with a lighter to the classical ashes of its rising smoke the one you revive to stroke with every begging breath the one nobody sees, not even you my winds within his trees whisper so, let the crazy lover wander in the mountains of Nocturnal wishes and linger let me forest you the lilies of your wilderness in the valleys of such sweet nothingness where i rose you scented nows, Butterfly you colorful tomorrows Nightingale your silence ballads in classical hiss and rocking chirps
I see you in the light of the hidden wearing your metaphoric weapon that you shoot inside out and it bleeds in me one smile at a time To verse you all the things i rhyme but never pen (My what-ifs and whys) To sonnet you new cities of peace that don't exist (but in your eyes) To spell the pain out of your guts and make your love out of my affirmative nots to be yours and make you mine and your wounds i want to reason you some of my madness and quote you out of this mind clutter up to the larking star you are down to where you have never been of me to your initials on the margins of my unpublished book and my out of the world euphoria at your 3rd of January first "Hi" What you don't know to know i want to only word you all the beautiful you are letter you the smiles of longing and dot the tears of your silence away see, i want to gift you the good times i wish i have had with you wrap my wings of possibilities around your flame and burn. I want to write you those messages i bottled in the sea wishing upon every wave one moment you'll think of me when i am no more bare feet on the tided shore flying kisses to the hurling winds begging the arrogant breeze to deliver what my pregnant breath has been carrying for more than its due i want to hold your nicotine stained finger to my lips and press a smoking kiss to your soul i want to vibrate you tenderness Bukowski you out of this loneliness and Rumi the heart out of you Bond on your every fantasy and G.One the evil Raavan in your every lifetime Ramayana I want to Isis all your Osiris pieces for one night and make you whole within me. kiss your frog soul into a prince i want to Devdas your sadness in a spilling chalice the way a Chandramuki would. i want to be all the love you deserve if i could may be i lived too much more than i should or too little too late no matter how poetically intense we mate we are still dais-playing our gambling fate Hiding all the pain in glittering smiles laughing to tears in cratered cheeks so i want to be your hurting knee take all this life in me because, for the life of me..my love i can't take one tear you trap in my core Give me all the pain that nothing can makes up for make me the punching bag of your thoughts, you-every night to sleep- pillow It wasn't your fault back then! forgiven is your every sin and remembered forever your fight so tonight, i hold you tight in me you can hide bare to your soul flashlight The Atharva of your time and the Messiah Hiding in His own plight.
i love you and kiss your forehead, may all this pain gets in me with the touch of your skin.
This Pain is like a playful baby that keeps toying around with all my intimate belongings breaking my every defensive silence jumping all around my solitude furniture smashing all my pride artifacts I kept as defeat souvenirs from your everyday struggles against my heart nagging, for me to look at it with loving eyes that has dried tears traces in its corners then it screams my soul out clinging at my every failed attempt of anger it innocently linger rearranging my breathing at its every grip this hallucination cup i sip caffeinated with a dream sweetened with your moments' beam it hides behind the curtains of my cliched smile for me to worry about it fetch it in the alleys of my waiting for what should never be waited for. i look around like a weary mother missing her only child as it sneaks upon me from beneath your ribs riding all your resistance beating horses in the wilderness of anticipation rolling all my pulse drums in a celebration feast of my attention This pain only grows up well raised and ill mannered around my expectations lifetimes span learning its first words in my poem-less verse stepping upon my empty bed and crumbling its sheets of hope. And when it's tiered This pain gets hungry sucking every life off my moments cuddling all over my featureless face for a kiss on the lips of my sadness And then curls in my shivering chest nursing of my fears breast and biting all my doubts nipples to blood. and i hold it close until it sleeps in the arms of my longing. This pain is conceived every time you close your eyes on me an off spring of our carnal knowledge in the dimensions of the mind mad reason mating This Pain of your absence is the son i never expected and the daughter i will never condemn having. This pain of your absence finds me like the family i can never runaway from.
I want to poem you Happiness in a Mouthful of Forevers. Pen-dot you lines of nows compose you the dole of timeless presents that hum into my soul every time your safety scent doves roam around so that you keep spreading your presence wings as i to you, fly I want to poem you places that don't exist but in your eyes, so you can see how beautiful you make me in a gaze I want to poem you kingdoms of roses that don't grow but on your lips so that you taste the nectar of your kiss I want to poem you universes of constellations that only shine in your smile so that you can feel how dark is my night until you come I want to poem you the swarm of butterflies that immigrate to my mind off your voice every time you speak, so that you never stop. I want to poem you all the words that are still to be invented to describe the cities that i visit every time you touch your hair I want to verse you the time that stands still every time you come for a literal hug. so that u can feel how it is like to be hugged by you I want to word you the nights of light you moon when you step in my soul every time your eyes close on a mind life dream that i live living So that you will sleep some more and rest in the arms of my poetic nest where warmth is a bone cracker and the heartbeat is but a lullaby.
I want to sing you the orchestra of silence your absence plays in the alleys of my fears so that you can listen to the calling tears on your cheek I want to ballad you the old-times 80s blues, your absence acoustically rocks in my solitude backstage so that you never stop rolling on the notes of my quatrains in "Foreigner" dots and Morrison muted strings I want to play you the carousel of goosebumps that turns me upside down every time your forehead giggles so that you know how spectacular it gets to be when you frown i want to once, call you my own... before swallowing my tongue i want to lyric you all the songs that are yet to be composed in the name of love so that you feel the alphabetical fares i like a stammering kid, adventurously ride every time you bite your lower lip on a sigh i want to hymn you the deserts of Ecstasy that your hands fertile when they drizzle every time you wave i want to paste you after shave to my longing skin i want to rain you cats of your wonderful and dogs of your magnificence pour of your essence so that you blossom at the monsoon of your own touch i want to screen shot that blush you cheeks redden at my words rush when i say it all in a hush i want to letter you the skies of safety that your presence sunshine every time your fat fingers heavy pet my mind O i want to tell you all that had Never been told by human tongue i want to say that you belong where homelands begin and never end where home is a person and the land s but the soul acres of poetry.
