Desert Rain

The desert wind blows in an expanse that stretches far beyond forever,
Particles of sand traces adorning footprints on a sleeping nymph.
An oasis opens a hemorrhage through the barren lands,
And awakens the dormant anatomy of the beautiful beast.
The desert Venus emerges from beneath the dusty blanket,
She crawls on her hands and knees towards the beguiling desert spring.
The oasis limits to an interim quench of pungent thirst,
For tis but a mirage to last for the very moment it takes to last.
But within the moment the heavens open to give birth to rain,
Each droplet planting wet kisses on her parted lips.
She tries to balance herself on the moistened desert sand,
Two feet sinking half-way into the warmth of nature's intercourse.
From a drizzle to a torrid downpour, the rain beats against her hips,
Holds fast to her spine, sliding down her thighs, while lightning and thunder rage.
Fixated, hydrated, anesthetized by the waves of cold and hot floods,
She relishes the moment of bewitching circumstances.
Then in the last hour, the heavens run dry, the open wound heals,
The oasis crystallizes into the horizon, the richness in the earth evaporates,
The sun returns, and the moon says goodnight.

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Woman & Child

An old woman, in the body of a child,
An aged grace, an unhappy face.
The ancient walls that keep breaking down,
The disenchanted world, that haunts the little girl.
Wrinkles on her brow, scattered round her lips,
Vanishing with every smile, that lasts for just a while.
If all the world's a stage, then love is make-believe,
A twisted tale, a lover - a pretender, an endless journey failed.
The child holds out, to be led the way,
Beseech her porcelain heart not to crack, the woman holds back.
Disloyal trust, blind atonement conceived by innocence,
A molten void of treacherous lies, said by bitter goodbyes.
To love or not to love, the question be a mockery,
To love - a myth, to not love - a heresy, no way out of it.
The old woman, says her silent prays to the One above,
As the child sits and cries, mulling over every tear from her eyes.
On attempted voyages, the woman and child hold hands to find their common souls,
But the soul keeps wandering, the heart keeps flailing, the body plays a corpse.
How will you know what it feels like when your sense of feeling is dead and gone,
Tell me, how do you love when you don't know how to accept love completely.
Lost in the mist, lost in the valley, lost in the eyes of the beholder,
Drowning in denial, falling into a well of self-deception and mental trials.
The woman wants to run, the child wants to stay,
The traffic between them causes fatal accidents along the way.
The wings of love, ripped off by the wind, and thrown into the storm,
To do or to die, to love or to cry, to be or not to be...
...the one faith, one redemption, one resurrection for me.

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Disclaimer

Careful to light candles that may tip and cause a fire,
In rapid rage…can consume the Amazon rainforest,
And open the gateway to hell…where quench be null.

Careful to look too deeply into my eyes and steal my soul,
Know the legality that my heart can be stolen too,
But refuse the key that will let it out of prison hold.

Careful with your words and actions that proceed,
Words...denotations of possibilities and probabilities,
Actions...connotations of idiosyncrasies brought to life.

Careful to lay me down on a bed of roses,
When I’ve been laid down on a bed of ice,
And know the feeling of a bed of thorns.

Careful to play conductor to a symphony duet,
While strumming the guitar…fingers along my ribcage,
And beating the drums…meteor bodies in collision.

Careful to trip and fall as you walk down the plank,
Keep your balance, do not falter, strain your logic,
When you get to the edge, don't wade your feet in the water.

Careful to go too far out into sea as you may get lost,
In the rapturous waves of hushed, private gratification,
Keep this disclaimer in your pocket or you won’t find your way back…

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Don't!

Don't look at me as if you know the reason behind my frown.
Don't think you can leverage my sorrow whenever I feel down.
Don't look at me so intently with that tainted stare.
Don't make me feel like melting when you can't know that I care.

Don't talk to me and make me feel as if you were my best friend.
Don't get any closer 'cause it's more than I can stand.
Don't let me listen to your luring whispers in my ear.
Don't try to tease me with a charisma that I do utmost fear.

Don't point at dangers if you're trying to win my heart.
Don't give me possibilities of my life where you played a part.
Don't kiss me like you've never kissed another woman before.
Don't lean against me as if you eagerly want to explore.

Don't give me chocolate when I'm wading in safe waters.
Don't try to convince me that wine tastes sweeter after.
Don't take my trembles for hindered passion brewing.
Don't move in to hear me sigh and find pleasure in my breathing.

Don't make me succumb, running your fingers through every strand.
Don't steal my soul, as you threaten to make love to me with your hands.
Don't make me let my hair down 'cause I know where this is gonna go.
Don't make me question why I hate you because you confuse me so.

Don't seduce me with your spirit, that alarms my every nerve.
Don't give me reason to crave the blind euphoria which you feel I deserve.
Don't caress the moistness of my skin beneath your fingertips.
Don't leave me in desire, carelessly, secretly pining your lips.

Don't make me swell up with laughter that brings tears to my eyes.
Don't allow me to feel comfort that you may never make me cry.
Don't speak, please have mercy, lie to me, say no truth.
Don't set my heart on fire, by saying 'I love you.'

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Faithless

Sultry dreams of night
That scale the threshold of my bed.
The faithless murmurings
Of thoughts derived but never said.
Entangled between the sheets,
The draft cold air embraces me,
Blistering my skin, knocking on my bones,
Like death had come to claim me.
If I had dreamed of lovers,
Lost, or denied, or secretly waiting,
I’d look for distant comfort
In a cave of knowledge slowly fading.

Love, lust, lies hold the same gravitational prodigy.
A cunning web of recklessness, passion and profanity.
Every night a battle to fight
The demons of Never-Never land.
The trumpet sounds, the bell chimes,
A declaration of freedom to explore Wonderland.
Soaring high, dipping low,
Reaching places never been before.
Wonder how, wonder why,
Wonder if…the case scenario.

The moon remains steadfast,
Guarding my dreams evoked by insomnia.
The nomad in my mind crosses
The void towards hysteria.
Dreams are poignant, fictitious
Makings of the Underworld.
Begrudging peace, inviting scandal,
Raping enduring souls.

7 degrees, I awaken to an icy chill.
My covers feel like glaciers,
Scathing the surface of my skin
As I lay still.
I wait as my heart beat decelerates,
My breathing returns to moderate,
Until once again I start drifting to sleep,
Sinking deep into the ocean of night.
The molecules of air surrounds me,
Picking my dreams, colliding in their plight.

In my dreams I become faithless, breathless, shameless
With the stars…my quiet audience.
Sleep forms a sanctuary for the mind,
Untouched by reality’s laborious conscience.

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