Write me, on the wings of the bird of your alphabetical kisses, a herd. And with my tears ink of waiting write me in the sheet of time, a song Write me poems with your eyelashes quill, dipped in my one eyed longing stream of what is and whatever may seem be it a staring melody of nostalgia or a dancing tune of hope as we of this linguistic existence, for a moment elope and then write me the sun's journey from your one dimple to the other and how that when you don't even bother to shine, you just do write me most of all your blue that you roll on the side of insomnia, gym pores sweat and in living room like, loo write me prose off your fluffy hair tell me what line should i wear, had your words at my door, rang and which of my vocabulary desire- scented necklace may i to my bosom clause, hang? Write me the roses bloom off your fertile lips at the spring of my verse Write me
in every birth, what the playful sun rays had left on your skin after the traces of my late night wondering ballads write me colors of your mind palette for the paintings my thoughts at your every coming, brush rainbows of possibilities cross my sky when you after the loudest drizzle, beneath my literal weight, hush so write me the dreams that you don't remember to my cheeks and to my ears
spell your laughter being after the storm, your shelter as savage as tender to my veins shivers, whisper your touches verdict, scented Oud and amber write me your tainted hands of anger as you hold my crucified shadow And with your heart forgiveness fingers sign me into your acceptance my lifetime cheque of indulgence.
It's there, when you are not looking it's yours when it's not in your hand it answers when you don't call it hides when you appear what you want is so near that you can't see far, as you wish it to be it seeks you wherever you step speaks when you don't listen and it dances only to your song it's within you all along what you for, long it yearns far more if you only knew
The older we get, the younger the closer in fact, the further it slips away from your finger when you hold on to it the tighter, the sand of life and you thunder as you whisper lighten, when it's sunshine darkness the crazier the wiser seeking it in every arms shelter when it's just all the way in your heart. We leave when we stay arrive in the moment of departure never more present as in our absence forgotten only when in time, remembered but we are afraid of the safety of knowing that this life is just like us another visitor reaching only when lost.
We're partly whole and part of the whole we rise when we fall and fall as we the highest rise sometimes we chase time not knowing we are it the punishment and the crime the richest without a dime we sing and rhyme though we are the very same song and in every divine verse, we are but the poetry.
I slipped into my dreams pjs whispered my night prayer to the lucid breeze may i see you in my another lifetime paradise film-stripped in flashes and may you never remember where your loving soul flies to wander as my poetic refugee and oh, it came true my fantasy You, Coming out of yourself into me Clean shaven like a smooth criminal sea held by the moonlight and i was but a long lost mermaid returning home. like the silent waves kiss the rambling foam our lips met in a salty sweet word of mouth lower lip grip upper touch mush soft like your soul tender was your wordless call eyes spread like your arms wide open and like a kid in his mother's bosom, i stare. Our shy buds of youth blossom when we dare hands hug life thug riding our freedom unicorns we make it all happen as the sky lights up and thunder we ran, racing our laughter in the fields of mellow every tear we lick every fear we swallow curious clouds watching as we painted the longing air, in a pink kiss that tasted as sweet as your saying my name for the first time to yourself and as warm as my then, nod i wear your smile's dress i became this butterfly dance around your fire and you are that first rain splash without filter or wire feet drench in the distance mud hearts quench within the lips lock unbuttoned shirt like your love unbuckled hair like my soul horizontally speaking vertically sneaking going on and on oh my shining sun i should've kissed you longer and told you what your spring had done to my cherry trees blooming in our another lifetime's kiss of life.
They talk about you everywhere those who pieces of me you touched without your hands beautiful stories i listen to with my soul i wrote poems about your face that i get to see with my heart ballads in your scent that i smell only in the air of my mind space and in your voice whispering those sweet nothings i long to hear, i rhymed my sonnets you're not aware of your wicked self destroying all resistance castles i have built with the sand of my wait, beneath your playful horizontal push ups because it gets more difficult to control with every hurling breath palms spread empty lips tainted chocolate without a spoon my heart swoon and much on the stake how i wished at that moment to turn into that piece of cake a feather by your life majestic tunnel my skin shivers with the mysterious sneeze bless you, if you please Hug me when i least deserve it that's when i need it the most like in my mother's arms i curl into your softness and my father's at my stupidity anger i from you, hide when all i want is to make him happy and proud i roll myself in his dreams shroud still it's never enough. Then you came to me like i came to you long before we met we do you can count on me, my love and i know i have in you, a home
no matter how far i fly or how many times i not too much to, try i realize i love you more believe me not, but have faith in my heart for it's the 2nd of April and the fools already rushed in.
"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.
