20 seconds...

 

20 seconds...
They said it should last for 20 seconds...
Oh my darling...
what do they know
how many times per second 
had i just closed my eyes on that thought--
feeling your love arms holding my-
now small to fit body- and hiding me from the world
how many times per second
had i breathed this air only because for one second
you may had had that breath into you and out
its a small world after all
and the winds fly from wherever you are to me
teaching universal geography currently,
so i know for sure that lovers inhale each others 
across the skies of distance 
exhale with each breath a flying life-kiss.
20 seconds...
they said it can heal your pains
when someone who loves you so much
_no one does more than i do by the way-
hugs you as tight for 20 seconds
you are no longer in any pain
you heal...
this i do feel!
when in my every night dream
we do.
healed
within our souls shield 
this darkness, for 20 seconds then,
bloom into a mustard field
of acceptance
 
20 seconds...
a wish that i pray only to come true
a red in my heart that turns every night blue
a me into myself growing into you...
a life that i claim and deny 
a when that asks me and a roaring answering.. fly! 
a morning run that i everyday do
as if i am running off you to you...
and the time stands then still
i wish my burning breath by then could tell
those worn out racing heart beats
and the sweet tears roll treats
on the wet face
that i for once will happily dew
20 seconds ...
i think i can then everything, forgive 
be where they say i can live
i would call your name as a prayer
like i always do
and hymn you my every unborn poem
of you
may be i don't know how it feels like in your arms
but i know there is a wise why i don't
one that i can't for the life of me, accept
may be when it's our time i will
only, for 20 seconds...
Or more...
again, they say
what do they know
i would never by then let go 
20 seconds..
in the cobblestone streets of our finally  happening...?
or in the sunshine of your spotless mind library..
where my Home theater will play
in the background of my rhyming fear

what is this now!
O another silly tear...
Ahh ...i see you here...
The you coming from your eyes heavens gate
and for 20 seconds
i would hide in your heart of fate
and plead guilty 
smell as our eternal soul encounter, misty
may you never relate...
life would then be for me complete..
i would take those minor burns pains to my skin
inhale wherever it hurts inside of you to my within
warmth your shivering bones in my flaming chest
reach out to that forgotten patella 
and be for the blue bird of your chirping eyes
a nest...
as i blow for you tonight
one candle per verse
may they lasts forever and beyond
those 20 seconds of lifetime. 

 
    

     

That Necessary...

Hungry! 

for you..

like i can savor these juicy words

off your mind lips raw...

like i haven't had in a lifetime, off you, a bite

Thirsty!

for you..

like the desert of my arid waiting...

that i would sip off your every half glance,

of my love, a river...

and refill of your starry sky hairs,

for my longer night, a night...

There is something about you
that i can't explain
for my orphan heart, your eyes are but a mother
for my gypsy soul,
your voice is but home.
and when you smile,
poems blossom at the mustard fields of my lips
like Akhenaton hymns in your name
the Aton of my atheist faith in our happening
and the Satan of my hell inviting to our happening,
... doubts
like a sun kiss your hairs, mess with my mind rosy cheeks then, Sirius
they said i am a lunatic to believe
a fertile dream of you every day in my unsaid words, i conceive
delivering my rhyming children in the cave of our silence
and nursing them my lifeline of patience.
understanding it all is but the enemy
knowing why, fires back at your hope fortresses, 
catapult balls of despair arranging my desire archers,
my fingers burst in dancing butterflies
on the tunes of my love creed
what is it that you need?
that my heart can afford
...or can't...
when will it fruit, that flesh dream we, per blink, seed?
where would my air dyiptiques and Creed...
and if ever my arms would tuck your hairs into my bosom of time
but then i put on my blues sneakers
turn as loud the volume of wait
running miles in the cities of your fairytale dimples
every time i close my eyes to drop another pearl of love sweat
the streets of your words hug my stammering steps
and the empty lighthouse at the top of your aristocratic nose
 calls my shortened breath for a rest
i climb in my worn out joggers of expectation,
to the flashing beacon of acceptance
the world seems too small from up there and bigger is my sky
a fleet of tears roll upon my sea face
watching my dream ships fade into the horizon of your angry absence
and in the wind howl
i listen but to your lost sailor eyes call...
the tune of melancholy
the sparrows of irony dance in the foggy temple of my wishes
as the pregnant clouds of my heavy heart, deliver
the star at your every scar, shiver
as i reach out my hands full of your coming to me
in the birdy air,,
and i breathe you in..
that unnoticed...
and yet, that necessary. 

 

Safety measures...

You said
As close...
as distant
in our world my love,
there is no distance
No safety measures
We dive into the realms of the sweet danger
with every breath
we eye hug with every sneaked in selfie stare
we, with our every word stripped bare, lip lock
and we melt...
in the fire of our dream-handshake- yearning
and resurrect...
with our every Isis upon Her Osiris magical wish-meeting teardrop
and roam in the Lisbon Diaries cobblestone streets of our minds around
we don't wear but our brave hearts skin
sprinkling but our unloved love aroma yang-yin...
we coffee of the same cup at the corner of our old town visions tip
and take a bite of the same plate of time in our own world 
my love
we share our cheeks for a tear fall
and hold our hands soaked in pain
we inch in, one beat at a touch
A Nile within us, with every outer drought 
would flow
For we know
they all leave when they come
we have nothing, when we have only some...
silence plays louder than a drum
when all we can afford then, is a hum
flesh to flesh turns into dust
every life breath is a call to death
reborn we shall remain
in our own home of exile
so here we are
my love
dancing under the rains of hope
drenched in the falling skies of our possibility
laughing at the odds of our happening
and happening despite every odd,
laughing
one soul we are
hanging at the edge of our own world
fearlessly
with a life thread of flash lights...
and poetry.  

 

Quarantine...

Spreading like fire in the hay
your eyes flame stares or may...
they said i should at home, stay
home? 
and what do they know
my love...
if your hell eyes, are but home
and i am with that heavy heart,
pleading guilty
this screen is but the wonderland of your heaven's hairs
and my dancing tips on the words,
are but swans Tchaikovskiying around
a ballad without a sound
but our breaths intertwined
for life...
this coffee cup
beaming your smokey scented aroma to my spotless mind cells
grateful i had not had even one encounter attack
to keep getting infected with the sweetest venom
of your skin...
it has been so long...
since we got lost in a song..
where have you been?
at home? like me...
within me...
laying in my eyes bed 
safe covered with my rhyming lids sheets
and dangerously roaming in my every vision of you,
wearing but your heart...
and my unrequited love
or is it upon my bosom lips
nursing of my verse nectar 
the petrified poet you are
flowing...

one hymn at a flying kiss...
 
What is it about me now!
i wash my line hands every-time
may you drop of the scary thoughts tips
i curl in my mind arms all the time
may you are but my mind's tightest arms
i sink in my unshed tears 
float in my unsmiled smile
and rise in unfinished poem of you
like Tchaikovsky's black swan... 

Quarantine it is then
as if we weren't already
as if every step out wasn't but in
as if every innocent word-spill wasn't but a killer spin
as if every hug wasn't but a safe distance
and every handshake wasn't but a greeting goodbye..
as if home wasn't but you...
and i am but forever then,
quarantine-d.