Just because...

The thought of you,
as I sculpt my metaphors,
a tapestry of meaning,
a spectrum of signs,
entangled in emotion,
expressions of the soul,
concept of nirvana,
theory of relativity,
coexistence between us two.

Your love is oil on my skin,
placid liquid,
may slip through my hands,
but remains,
stays long after the sun sets,
as you take repose,
I miss you when you sleep,
reach for you when I dream,
and greet the morning,
an invitation to see you once more.

Where there is blindness,
there is a mesh of valued truths,
and surprising realities,
in light of contradiction,
underlies sweet affection,
a diamond in the rough,
shines through,
the only real thing,
in the world,
the artificial sphere,
this place we call earth.

Our affair,
like splatters of color,
on a blank canvass,
children chasing butterflies,
splashing puddles,
pillow fights,
stealing cookies from the cookie jar,
milkshakes and cotton candy,
as it grows,
we look back at baby steps,
reminisce,
about how it all began.

Contemplating,
why I am deaf to the clock ticking,
stranded in a moment with you,
why my blood ceases to fuel my heart beat,
at the sight of a frown on your face,
could be because life is short,
ignorance is never bliss,
for we don't know,
the lifeline of our moments,
could be because your smile,
etched in my memory,
has become a part of me...

Maybe because of this feeling,
snug like a baby's blanket,
safe in private refuge,
maybe because there's nothing,
I'd rather do than be close,
and closer still,
to the open doors,
your open arms that envelope me,
and if you seek a reason,
a penny for my thoughts,
a token from my lips,
it's just because...

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Missing yesterday...

Solitaire.
Engaged in memories.
Mental pictures of days that have elapsed.
Long walks. Indefinite talks.
Lost with each other and lost in one another.
The murmurs of sweet-nothings amongst the crowd.
Smiles. Laughter.
Justifies the good in morning and night.
Occasional bad coffee, but not too bad after all.
Dinners though not by candlelight, tasteful just the same.
Dessert behind closed doors.
Stop. Breathe.
Time stands still.
Infusion of air.
Coalescent vigor at the slightest touch.
Tingles rushing through every nerve...electric, seductive, elusive.
Pictorial thoughts. Living dreams.
It started from a moment.
Grew into a consequential chain of moments.
Until it became an existence.
Bewitching stares. Captivating sighs.
A grip so tight, no escape...but need no escape.
A battle of physical possession, no mercy...but no casualties.
Quivering whispers. Secrets exchanged.
The mind speaks through lips trailing moisture on the surface it explores.
The eyes act through fingers drawing heat maps on fertile terrain.
Taking in. Giving more.
Two bodies tracing sketches of desire on the sheets.
Deep, adoring, loving, sensual...embracing the gravitational pull of nature.
A day feels like a lifetime. Days pass...lifetimes seem too short.
We pack our memories in a suitcase.
Keep it in a sacred place where we can relive...
The touch, the sounds, the sights, the scents, the taste of yesterday.

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Falling into you

I wish you could taste the words right from my lips,
The words that linger, trickle from my thoughts.
If only I had the courage to utter the word 'yes',
Take you, hold you, be everything in the world to you.
Goosebumps, when your skin brushes against mine,
Missing you, when I don't see you, though ten feet away.
For fear, I hold blatant secrets, seen only in my eyes,
Look deeply, fall into me, as I am falling into you.

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Shipwreck

Another hand in your hand, Another (in)significant in your head
Another temporary kiss, Another ghost in your bed

To touch but not to feel, To strike fear in romance,
To threaten emotion, To throw commitment in the gutter

Learning to say 'no' to one who comes knocking
Learning to stop the heart from falling

Struggling to come up for air, dying to live
Struggling not to care too much, diving in indecision

Smiles yet to be shared, Tears ought to remain hidden
Smiles to hide the piercing thoughts, Tears - a sign of weakness

To live with a time-bomb hanging over your heart
To die with each second it ticks - killing you slowly

You think there is none but your own gratification
You think others need to follow your own rules

Selfishly taking from another who gives selflessly
Sensitivity owing nothing after you get what you want

You sucked from the nectar and seeped blood instead
You drank the wine to the very last drop, then set the bottle aside

A vile, stone-cold rock disguised in a human body
A cruel, empty crack hole - your painful excuse for a soul

You breathed life into one that was barely breathing
You then cut off the source with careless euthanasia

I could wish you all the best, but you don't deserve it
I could wish you'd someday change, but I won't hold my breath.

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Winter Sunshine

Winter sunshine spreads over the bed we lay on,
Silent whispers beneath the blanket of dreams,
Scarcely waiting for moments to come to an end,
Swift goodbyes with stolen glances threatening to look back.
Thoughts that could appeal with words never to be uttered,
Words left unsaid to never make promises bound to be broken.
Sleep well baby, as I warily kiss the shell that surrounds your being,
Sleep sound baby, no need for a kiss goodnight cause I'll see you in the morning.

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