Soul Portrait

Perhaps you met my soul
out of the flesh bars and distance cell  
million lifetimes before or ahead will 
tight hugged her body of rainbow
played your fingers in her hair of light
kissed her hope rounded cheeks
and drenched in the rainfall of her eyes
Perhaps you picked her hand of wait
and ran to the wheat fields of happenings
held her heart made of your love
and had her at just a Hello
may be you did! but you don't know
already countless times lipped my soul
and showed her around your dimpled smile
partied along at the famous square of your stare  
grooving to the tunes of your silence.  
Among the faces crowd
my soul face wanders
within the screams aloud
my soul whispers
and when in a moment alone all by yourself
my soul is the music
Her face becomes the song
her voice, all the singers
and to that lonely laughter
my soul is the joke
 
Perhaps you can remember
when the sun kisses your chin
my soul then, is the sun
and as the breeze hugs your skin
that is when my soul becomes the breeze
As the road beneath your feet takes a turn
you know my soul as your road, got reborn
and when it gets too cold
and no one is there to hold
my soul is your holding back no one
with her arms of tender
and patience hands
knead,
a wrapped up hoody around your head
and weaved,
a shawl of secrets, hanging loosely around your neck  
my soul fits you
like that perfect pair of jeans out of the bucket list check
and when you raise the flame to your lips,
cigarette
burning at the dangling silhouette
at the tip of your tongue
All the words you swallow
my soul rhymes as you mellow
and epics at the backstage of your theater mind
clapping at your unrequited love poems
flying as the small notes you after making love,
smoke.

My soul listens when your heart in silence,
talks
in her feet of faith, my soul with you,
walks
rests upon your chest when it gets dark
lullabys you beautiful dreams to sleep
pillows off your closed eyes moisture
and cheeks to the orphan salty roll
quilts the day off your night
moons your wishes at the twilight
perhaps you can feel her
perhaps you will now see,
my soul has your super powers!
my soul is unlike me, free...
it gets out of me to wherever you are
just like your soul flees out of you and wherever i am, finds me.  

 

Song of the Danube

Where would you go from love?
if not in my roll of fire eye
and tobacco ashes lips
if not at my heart tips 
in between your fingers
stained with silence
if not in my of hope, grips
bittersweet time trips 
at the corner of your patience teeth
and the squeezed bottom of my belief 
from your bad to my habit
riding into you those giant waves of necessity
and winds of indifference
oh you burn me with abundance
between time to time
off your every breath as i rhyme
 wearing my Wagner shawl of love
and twirling in your flesh rings of smoke.
  
Where would you away run?
if not into my out of a pink box sun
where my literal rays kiss your face
into life
if not in the crowded streets of my touristic verse
and the cobble stoned alleys
of your sweet palinka prose
taking the waters in a Hungarian stream
and after a night long of what it may seem
from wailing the cat in the Turkish baths 
to straddling the Danube lover of a river
whispering to the Buda hills as you shiver
and leaving a note to the no forgetting
at the For Sale pub.

Where would you rather of the truth hole up?
if not in my acceptance womb cave
your bearded lies itch in your shell   
everywhere in your city of sadness tell
over the bridge of innocence,
the iron shoes on the banks of hell
a line of tears roll
on the cheeks of my Timewheel
where the reel gets real
my year in your moments
is how i learned to add and sub.

Passing through the puzzle squares of my mind
i meet your Coloumbo thoughts memorial
and a flashing bulb light
i smile 
every sign is a mile
that i cross in your garden of philosophy
a proud Akhenaton will wink back at me
and a Buddha shall fly a kiss
oh that i could never miss!
across your royal Kempinski tree
I will remember the time
with a rose in hand
and a hanging black and white photograph.

My dear heart guide
where but in love would you ever hide
the heart keeps breaking until it's open
and the soul has wings and a sky of its own
where to meet if never apart
where to end if we only start
Pin the confusion ball
spring the cherries of my fall
sing to me with forgiven Adams
as i from a Book cafe to a Ruin bar,
run to you.