I don't believe them those who say it's just a myth my Santa exists! He wears his heart upon his sleeve a tie and a Hat my Santa is a night bat He comes to my mind when all my reasons are asleep and plays with my sadness his games of love and madness years fly with him in me and every new year i make my list of things i can no more resist wanting
So be just be for me this coming year too as pink as blue turn into my intimate fantasies, grow longer arms and hold me tighter meet me where our happenings encounter touch me on your way to your way touch me all the way of my way across the happenings skies of distance color yourself nude chained as you from me to me, elude polish my nails of herd then land on my expecting lips and paint your absence red wear your black cloak of silence and hold on to my moaning eyelashes that firm and thick and waterproof then unbutton that shirt of my rush and lay bare on my rosy cheeks, a blush whatever you seek darling, only you, seeks blow your hot comings winds into my dripping wet hairs of longing dry my anger off in a life breath sprinkle your sandalwood arrival with your parting amber lips around my neck and when i slip into my night gown of yearning i want you to curl into those laces of solitude relocate my orbits of magnitude upon your heart equator
See, i thought i would make you a list of things i want from you to be so naive of me all i want is for you to just be that skin deep into me i won't wear you in lines and shades not even in linguistic texture or sweat you in lusting moisture but i shall breathe you in an intimate linger a shrieking holler as mute as a screech i want your happenings on the leach so i will put my red loving on and a hat sledge on your words in the snowy speech fill my sac with your unmade wishes and wrap my mind gifts with poetic ribbons at your Happy New Year lightedtree.
This Year has been so good to me and i know the best is yet to come.. May all your moments are filled with only love, happiness and heart joys Shah.. May you find as much beauty in your eyes as you bring to ours.. God Bless you and your loved ones.. Happy New Year to you, LOVE.
What we see blinds us and when we stare it blinks what we listen to is what hasn't been said and what we don't hear shuts us up we hold your air and hug your sweet nothings breathing you in in a life we die for tasting your bittersweet silence chewing on your present absence we pretend we are jolly perks enjoying the heroic act of selflessness needing less of what we don't get craving more of what we already own but the fact is we are not saints we do break down in our filthy selfishness and drench in those rivers of wanting we are weaker when we are strong we cry louder at the happy lyrics of your once hummed song When you fire kiss my lucid lips my burning ice melts what we think we have we unwillingly, miss we run further when we are still there..standing And while we are waiting we arrive The more we hide, we expose. The more we keep, we lose whatever we kill, we live and the more we care less, we care only more
What to do? all my things just long for you my coffee cup is a bit salty and that lunch meal gets only colder the blanket still holds my dreamless dreams i can vividly remember of your coming and on my pillow, the monsoons of your refrain pour... before my window i lit a candle... as i wonder what is harder to handle your happening to my way or my not happening to yours...?
They sway, quay and play as Hard as tender They Plough , bluff , and dough , as soft as tough They are my exile and shelter They fly, lie, cry, falling in tears and laughter Your fingers, in my mind body, wander They curl and spread scream in my poetic bed metaphorically-cuffed loose your fingers blues, rise at your Husky voice tone dance on your pulsating groan your fingers throb and moan at my fantasies bursting rush They giggle around that dangling cigarette as they wiggle upon the bare skin of my mind your fingers spill and spell stanzas of the chaotic verse of your longing heart, in a touch-less touch your fingers scream in a nicotine stained hush i listen to their energetic deliverance speech when your lips get sealed on your blush your fingers unleash my hunger every line is a an urging rapture every turn they make, is a promise of erupting pain and pleasure
Your Fingers rain and snow draw flow marinated rivers of fantasy They cling, sting sing sling and whisper Your fingers are the warfare and the warrior. But your fingers are braver than you they pose bare to my cupidity hang on tighter to my infatuation stupidity they caress where your eyes spear and sensibly lick where i bleed They grip where in me your stares burn and flick where i desperately plead your fingers are prophets of your creed and i am of your religion, a follower
Your fingers know my brain curves my pain surfs and stormy quivers The kings of your silence abducted in your absence They have a language of their own, that only my eyes speak cryptic at times tender and sleek mostly enchanting, like the seduction gods of the Greeks And when you wave my each gaze is your slave and your fingers are the masters of my ecstasy just like your cruel lips sometimes they show no advocated propensity they wear your heart at the bare unfold so many secrets, kept and told as shy as bold your fingers are magicians of disguise little pinky Houdinis and thumbing Jadugars landing on my bosom's planet Mars The Rulers of my kingdoms of Treasure your fingers unbutton my mental shirt of pleasure pat on my scented anticipation firmly cuddling my exhausted hesitation your fingers strike...as i shiver And when you talk with your hands your eyes inevitably blink heroically your fingers punctuate those savage clauses that i hum my veins drip in a roaring drum How wonderful would it be if i can have your exotic fingers speak of me.. upon me about me around me for my muted me..i wonder what these fat juicy wild triggers have in me to scribble? too much wordless words your fingers within me, nibble messengers of lust passengers of blast your fingers make love to my craving fertile imagination and i.. give birth to poems with your fingerprint namesake.
Hopeful and hopeless awake in a dream dreaming in the wake restlessly still and patiently restless waiting for what doesn't arrive hating how we can still for, strive yet we survive.. our every day life queries mistaken soar grapes for ripe cherries we get drunk on your perfect imperfection asking too much of what we are not allowed to hanging on to your utopian myths we become Greek goddesses and gods in our own agnostic pantheon what high stuff are we on? we are high on you! and we just give
Question-less answers and unanswered Questions Tamed Expectations and untamed anticipations wanting what we can't afford and affording what we don't want Hallucinated realities and reel time hallucinations we just by all means, live! in our world, we make believe we look for each other in DM boxes feast on your little detailed shots gently hiding with you from you yet posing bare in your mentions bar when you're sad we cry in virtual tears rolling warmly on flesh cold cheeks that your fluffy petting fingers can't kiss and in your happiest moments with you we laugh riding your dimpled added photograph in loud cheers for a joke by then you said that we sometimes don't understand and was probably not for us anyway picking off what you said, what you don't we think we know what you don't show but what we do know is what we think we always have with you a link as much of an awaited lover, as for our loner souls you become the mate Staying up late, we haunt your name in Morning newspapers in the countries where you don't live pierce the graphic heart with our initials' arrows in the margins of books you don't read we nurse in your love our selfless greed track billboard neon lights for your glamorous ad brand in the crowded streets of our longings we collect in our heart drives your belongings your shirtless shirts and your flying lip-less kiss with a thank you note on a sound cloud in our sleepless mind eyes we keep you entertained laying within the sight and the vision bursting of our each darkness a moon off your shimmering light we live...
We live In affirmative denial and in denying affirmation accepting the love we think we deserve yet deserving the love we can't afford to accept we become your falling water showers your own human made towels, freshly brewed coffee beans for your lips and your favorite tobacco pack of cigarettes we become things you use and use you in your love, my love we hold on to what we don't get as we get what we can't hold on to we turn into rosy gardens in mid winter Hot summer winds in the arctic snow center we stare in our steamy after shower mirrors for your passing by angel face smiling "Khoobsurat hai tu!" being this crazy for you and more we live. Flying to you in paper kites singing for you in birdy chirps running to your literal 140 charachters'arms lip locking phone screens in The .AM bed whipping those tears we smilingly shed at your silence madly insisting vulnerably resisting we crumble just like you we love you, a love that is too big for all the linguistic heritage to decipher and perhaps more than a 3 hours length celluloid can ever action.
If you think i only see you when you shine think again... i see you clearly when you refrain i see behind your walls of pride and within your doubts, my strength collide like a family your pieces hold me when the wholeness of certainty lets go what you run to hide, show in the pet shop boys suburbia and the loosened dog from hell Set free in our b&w cell where what we can't afford to admit, we spell we live in the realms of our own delusional reality a family of love where the father to my orphan soul is your hug and the mother to your ecstatic waterfall is my kiss And sometimes your silence cries like a son innocently clinging to my nursing heart and experimenting all your naughtiness on me at first it hurts with all its baby milk teeth so my anticipation areola aches but if that's what it takes so be it! it has to be fed so i smile and give you more how could i ever not? isn't that what motherhood is all about? Sometimes your absences hit me like an angry possessive brother leaving more bruises to my soul at my verse's wearing your presence with a cleavage after a fanciful night in your darkness or tease me like a jealous sister if these bare verses get sometimes, over dressed. So, like a loving family i feel you... The bird talk you chirp the tears you smilingly dew the storms you rise in your silence the wind sways your comings blew the buds you bloom in your glances the seeds in my veins your lips threw the mountains you move under my skin the skies in your hiding cocoons i flew the butterflies you migrate to my stomach the musky breeze your arrival to my life lines drew the fires your lips started the moment we kiss and burn infatuating the night through the way you are always to me the way i may sometimes, happen to you the true liar and the lying true the wire and the nightingale that is black and blue.
Everywhere i see you beneath the shallow layers of my small talk within that lengthy crowded lonesome walk around that broken dish i slipped yesterday and that cooking ware i burned the other day staring at that poem i never got to finish And that book i can't seem to pass its page 10 in the card game with dad i finally get to win and the dull girls night out i used to enjoy i see you in my foggy trembling joy at your latest camera smooch your eyes make love to my sight and it gets blurry in my quivering leery shots When you glance speck my soul chops as you eyelash my mental G.Spot spear my velvet lips with your glares... hang me against the walls of your stares on my way up to your mind's chaotic study i come..looking at you riding my mad senses in due steaming in my late night black coffee and howling in that last cigarette before sleep So here you are! in my warmed up fingertips window under my demanding blanket Almost too perfect to be perfect and in between the craving lines you are about all the words undercover stripping my metaphors to the gutter and when you laugh my heart longs for a photograph my lips yearn for a licentious autograph my mind craves for a twinkling caption one to hang on the naked walls of my life's unliving room for the one family i live and didn't get to pose with in a frame.
