"How did it feel, kissing yourself?" the short message sent said as if there could be any words enough to tell a shooting star of my mind life sky, fell carrying the endless times i wished upon its rise for just one peck... I don't know if you have any clue how endearing it is, your being you How lucky you are my love, living within your beautiful skin glowing in your tanned skyline like a full moon in a lover's night you touch your hair and the heartbeats of the world race defying all rules of gravity your hair rises and the shy buds of yearning, bloom this beard scratch so fuzzy like there is nothing wrong with this life or could ever be like your finally hugging me and you get to bite your lower lip can you imagine how many dreams are made of this sight? then you smile spreading the gateways of heaven where not an eye had seen or an ear ever before heard you speak and the words come out dancing on the tunes of your voice like they have a choice! how melodious it is you can then listen to you! you hold your hand at times and there is no more countries or borders distance becomes only the space between your fingers where my heart to you lingers you can see your face whenever you wish this is how miraculous being you is! it takes only a mirror glance for the universe to unfold its colors in your eyes as you stare for a clean shaven after a role and the long hours run like minutes then, in your make up room. you get to breathe your scented air bathe in your aromatic sweat stay awake with yourself all night and hold your tiered self when you lay down as tight you don't need shooting stars or new year wishes you can hug your heart and the pain will heal
and when you cry, the tears are but your own soul kisses you close your eyelids and shut the world away at your mind door, my poems and i by then lay ashtray but i understand, it's okay to be at times selfish and take all of your precious self to you Excited dreams come cheering hoping to be seen your brain is also mean keeping all your random thoughts in you wake up to your sleepy voice asking for Coffee and your fingers searching for the lighter what daylight could ever be brighter, than your face at the tiny steps of your in your arms jumping li'l one not even the sun could bring more warmth than what your eyes at his smile radiate so what if you get up late time stops with your being with you now you can see how much jealous i am my love of how lucky you are with your solitude and How wonderful it is, just to be your most beautiful self fan.
How many nights lie awake in your hair forests without a moon Seducing the northern winds upon your face tempest, hurl what cursed view is taking your eye? why isn't it my one black and white eye? where do they go with your soul? who got your call? my heart drowns your forehead frowns and heavens gates split at the eyebrows tilt fields of magical roses bloom in between the lids darkened guards your kohl eyed strip bare before my sips Oily drops your honey sweat dips to my thirst, crawling rivers. slopping down in your itching town of lust population of rhapsody high on your fervored ecstasy i lay in my twilight zone in the center of your beard delights i want to listen to their stories they tell when you are asleep and how it feels to be around your lips may be they can share some tips oh in my mind i take those trips to your high lands of lechery juicy syrup leaks on your carved shaft of pleasure spills on your chest heavenly Nectar.. coming too far in me, they melt. your gazing lines Scruffy word grips on my open wounds like salty whips Drenching wet, our eyes met, Not looking. Don't ever stop... may we never reach anywhere it's most beautiful when we dare my hands in your well combed hair and yours just messing around my life straight.
She asked if you were a melody what would you sound like? and your love notes played off my mind what would i sound like? my heart lingered... like the breeze whispering his name like the rain drops kissing the earth at his feet like his name upon my lips like our flowing rivers roaring in depth like the sun song upon his face like every dream about him i chase like all children of the world laughing in his eyes along with the nightingales of solitude like the moon of my pleasure howling at his absence wolf like the butterflies of my mind flapping their colored wings at his fingers wordily petting like their mad cheers at the gate on his birthday as if i was there and the sad tears rolling on my cheeks all day because i wasn't.. like the desert roses ballad at the his smiles monsoon like how it's too late too soon like all my dreams coming true at his sight may be i would sound like this night like every shooting star fall in the space filled of wishes may be i could sound like the loudest screams of his silence or the fifteen minutes of quietude at the edge of his bed like the thunder storms rising as he strikes his hair and the turbulent winds whistling, as he blinks like the aching violins of my waiting and the moonlight sonata of his arrival May be i would sound like the letters to him, i never sent or the poems, about him i wrote and never read may be i would sound like the words i heard of his lips, but he never said or like the old church ringing bells at the newly neighbouring weds like the cobblestone streets of real, waltz at our reel steps and for that matter, like the lens click cluck of our never taken photograph Oh my dear one, what to tell you... i would only sound like his love.
