Shopping

It's night time
and you're like its moon
at this carnival of stars,
on a shopping spree
Wearing your absence tee
matched with those pants of Camouflage
in your Super star Golden Goose
treading on my sky of blues
and posing behind tinted glass
in an Hexagonal take on life
and light
They tell about you,
The darker they get,
the clearer i see
like the night before Diwali,
darkened, your inky four eyes of a heart.
Surfing the vitrines of my yearning
checking the tags of these burning sighs
what is it you wanna buy my love? 
more than time...
browsing the show cases of my heartbeats
branded your designer comings
and Guccied my anticipation.

So, while you're there
Check the counters of my every stare
at your priceless face, fixed
stroll at the aisles of my happiness wear
every time your smile to me, bursts
try my wishing you were here gadgets
sometimes what you wish for, 
for you technically, wishes 
Shelve the oversized fears 
bag for me the -locked for hours in your bathroom- tears 
let's keep in shape for the coming cheers!
and pay with hope our laughter receipt
and if you must do it
lose the burdens of credit 
let your lips in my love, spend
expired resistance cards numbers, 
rejected
transaction only in kisses,
accepted
your hands on the haunt
chasing my patience pulse
and counting the knots of my nerves at your literal touch

Poeming you out of my mind cocoon,
the words swoon 
at my cheeks blush.
You came and the caterpillar verse
turned into a butterfly
which of my alphabetical gowns you most liked? 
 if any?
or as many...
and do my poetic online orders out to you, reach?
in my mega store of faith
some dreams are sold out
and you can take with every doubt,
a full package of epic certainty
grab this opportunity!
on sale my insecurity
and in store a new collection of elan
in my blood rushing alleys,
your inspecting fingers ran
getting of my soul a hold
what have your glass eyes, my single one told?
this being on show
you will never know
your gazes coming
with wrapped boxes of pleasure
price tagged in love
purchasing at my bewilderment 
every minute an awe
For in the luxurious mall of my waiting
your loaded eyes my love,
just went shopping.

      

Party time...

Party?
every moment with you is a party!
a feast to all my senses
you should be celebrated my love
in a calendar of your own
i see you at the corner of my fantasy
playing the guitar of possibilities,
and inviting me 
I sit at the table of your lips
drink your cocktail of pain and pleasure
chat with your dancing dimples at the stage of my awe
I listen to the music of your hairs
twirl around the tunes of those stares
and when you hum
my heart is but a drum
as i into you
sway

I wear your unsaid words dress
sprinkle your coming to me aroma
and step into your patience high heels
i know how it feels
to ride into your hands
smash at your chest bar
all those bottles of wait
and get a double heart beats on the rocks
within your arms longest shot
i laughed a lot!
at the adventures
your aristocratic nose told
be it the sinus chronicles or the often visiting common cold
and how it takes me to every line
all the way down to your lips dripping wine
I keep coming back to my table
every time you spill
my soul on refill
and at the sofa of your words
I rest
holding my whole world in your chest
and hiding you in my love bosom
I take the night's hand
to the starry terrace of your solitude
I walk by your silence side
your fears and my tears confide
our steps collide
on the road of hope
and to our forgotten dreams, we elope
your shy feet and i
have in the socks of time,
a shelter
our party in a whisper
where your yearning gazes
slide my longing door
as i dance my bewilderment
at your eyelashes floor
shaking the distance body
and breaking at our-despite it all- oneness, a leg

They keep me on my toes
those kisses your mind mouth blows
to the crowd of my pores
of your eyes fireworks stores,
the yearning cracks
and soars the need
off their blankness i read
your Osirid love Hymns 
and with my metaphoric stares
i Isis you back my magic
and burn within the poetry
to life.    

Then i let loose
at your darling mind abs show 
sliding around your resistance pole,
my control strips 
your erupting veins take me on field trips
i visit every blood rush
bursting fire at your cheeks blush
when by the crowd before your epic eyes i pass
a face made up of your love
full cheeks rounded with your comings
juicy lips colored your name
and a wind of hairs whistling at your Safari window pane   
blowing the candles of your special day cake
and making upon your "loved it " smile sigh a wish
may this party never ends my love, 
and may you stay forever 
my perfect party animal.

       


 

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.

       


   
     

 
  




 


 

  

Lisbon Diaries...

Traveling again?
as if you ever leave my sight
but it's perfectly alright!
wherever you fly
my eye is your sky
and my love, your wings
the journey is the destination
and every burning breath,
is but its northern winds  
over to where the heart of heart is
for a hug and an on her cheeks peck of tenderness
some pure love to pack
for when it gets cold and black 
you'll have your own leather jacket of warmth.
Now you're there
in the ring square.
among the faces around, 
i'll rise and hide
before your eyes and by your side  
so Miraduoro de Graca me when you can, 
Ginjinha my cherries in a sip.
Take me within you on an insta-trip,
to your eyes' barrio alto 
onto your heart's no-28 tram
Tejo your moments captioned cam
and stand tall before the Adamastor of time.
As beautifully you rhyme 
with the lost sailors ballads,
upon a Belèm light.

Pick a view
at the Alfama dew
smile back to the artistic Saldanha
and pose by its buildings palette of freedom
by la Praca da flgueira,
get a doll that was once broken
and with your touch,
it became again anew
wearing a dress of happenings
and singing the melody of your hands.

Brewing of your hotness,
into the Copenhagen Coffee lab 
purified at the sea food temple
and cursed at the gates of your dimples bar,
i melt
like the finest pink port
at your words court 
spilling guilty
and asking of your juicy lips for no forgiveness
ahh your highness
i am literary roaming with the shadows
of your shy smile reading this
metaphorically dancing on the tunes of our distance myth
cheering all the way to your rings of insomniac smoke
and sending all the way to you in lucky Lisbon
a long tight hug and the like of a guiding poem.   

 

    

He came, He saw and he conquered..my heart skipped a beat and counting..love u Shah..lots

  

   
   

Winds of change

Of course
everything changes!
from being found in you,
to lost
from loving you more,
to most
from spreading the skies of silence open for your face to rise
to sealing the clouds of wait for my shy moon to hide,
when you do
from calling your name once every breath
to breathing once, every calling your name
from closing my eyes to meet you in a waking dream
to meeting you in my eyes, a dream in a wake
from forgiving you, to forgiving myself
from doubt to faith
and from faith to doubt
a rebellious riot
from my eyes to your glares
cracking the expensive patience lens 
and setting fire to your control windmills
from your detachment summits
to my clinging hills
from the valleys of your mellow
to the mountains of my halt
our rivers run everywhere,
with the honey of time   
from your coming to my heart every time you do
to my heart coming every time to you
from my black to your blue
from waiting all my lifetime for you
to living all my time in your wait
and loving it
from wishing for things to do with you,
to wanting them to
and doing it 
from cooking my mind dishes for your absent appetite
to nursing your mind ever present darling hunger
from your smile to your laughter
that space i write to conquer
and then rest forever in its peace
so you see,
everything changes in me
not tighter, i hug you tightest
not softer, i kiss you softest 
that much things change my love,
which are never ever as they seem to the craziest loverist.  

On a night watch...

On a Night watch
strolling along my streets of wonder
steps of lightening
and stares of thunder
holding the world in a smile
and setting the hearts, on fire
You,
Passing by my canals of yearning
drowning in me every time a pebble
drawing of your touch then, a ripple
and a belly of treasures
You,
Riding in my streets of nostalgia
hopping on my wishes lane
cycling in me all your heart pain
and a path of pleasures
You,
Getting high at the edge of my love
hiding in my mind's bosom
bare to your fears blossom
unfair to my resistance
this all of you with abundance
the thoughts strip
in a touristic trip
off your brown eyes cafe
to the Nine Street of my soul
You,
Posing with the Tulips of my longing
and the roses of our dreams meet
there at your sunshine square
walking on the velvet air 
of my hope
and flying kisses to the crowd
of my roaring heartbeats..
You,
blooming out of my poetic womb
in the playful fields of doubt
dancing on my sonata and your moonlight  
rising like a prayer in the skies of forgiveness
and carving our hugging initials, 
on a patience wall of your own.
You,
smoking life of my waiting pot
brewing in my time-machine flesh, 
your stillness coffee
burning in between my stained fingers
your distant laughter
my loudest whisper
blowing at your silence, the ash.
You,
who are always late and in time
who are my chaotic prose and its rhyme
You,
where i begin and never end
all the letters i write and never send
You,
when i happen to myself
a book dusted on your shelf
and a sleepless night
You...
coming into my world 
giving me of your moments, a herd
Can you hear me?
Would you out of my abyss, get me
spell me once off your mist
and make me in your eyes a nest
take me once in a journey to your lips
show me around your castles of obsessions
and museums of grief
hold my hand to your happiness archive
lecture me about the history of your every pout
explain to my foreign tongue, your juicy whereabouts
guide my name once to your heart gallery
and showcase my love
in a few historic words and a contemporary captioned insta-smile.