After Years...

In the sordid ashes
Of your forgotten cigarette,
I sift through
For the pieces of glass
Stained with our dreams...
Hoping to bask
In a misted memory,
When the winter sun
Passes through
That doppelganger
You left behind...
Leaving me
In your shadows...
And I wish,
That you hear
The echo of my laughter
Reverberate
Through your empty room,
After years of forgetting....

Of Desires Undone...

As you beckon me close
And blow me away
I wonder
If you hear my heart,
Like a nascent butterfly
Trapped in a jar....
The tip of your finger
Silences my goosebumps...
But you lay unaware
Of how your touch
Drips with phoenix tears...
Sealing my scars...
Healing my soul...
Your kisses
Like an untamed cascade,
Break through my fences
Leaving me uneasy....
Like a sin
Caught red-handed...
And you flow into me
Like the songs from a caravan,
Lost in the desert night....
As I drink
From the paraphernalia
Of desires, undone....

Unturned Stones...

Adrift
In the barren of wonder
Like a cloud,
That has lost sight
Of its flock
In the face
Of his Majesty's wrath....
I'm blinking away
Moments,
In the fruitless wait
Of a standstill....
But who's had the might
Through the slipping sand,
To preside
Over the turn of the tide?
Broken flints of passion
Shall once more piece together...
And rage fire
Across the shanties
Of forgotten towns....
And mirages 
Shall throb back to life....
But until then
I shall sit yonder...
On the glaciers
Of unmoved desires....
Till the rivers break loose
And push their way through
To course across,
Them unturned stones...

Pleasure Games....

I'm drinking
From the lecherous brim
Of your vessel...
As it spills over
Moments of rage
That drench your urge
For propinquity....
Your reality, so close...
That it ticks away
At the behest of my breath....
Your frown
Whispers to me,
Of the sabotage of my soul
That you scheme
Into little pleasure games....
I know you shall dunk me
Below the waters again....
But this time,
My will
Shall concede to your yearning....
And once more
Shall I be molten
In the alchemy
Of your flames....

Is Anyone There...?

A mist laden emotion
Stems from the barks
Of that old knobbly tree,
That forgot to breathe
After its last autumn...

It beats,
Like the heart
Of a whimpering pigeon,
Caught in its stealthy act,
While satiating its hunger
In an unknown land....

I have floated on clouds before...
And taken a drink,
From the depths of the sea...
Without a single hold
Hindering my fall
Off that rugged cliff....

But the seething temptation
Of surrendering once more....
To the foolish games
Of catching this glow worm,
In the death of this night....

Draws me again
To hunt down your smell...
In the blotted horizon
Of unyielding forests...

Where the crickets never forget
To haunt me,
With their songs of the dusk...
Compelling me to stop
In my hesitant path....

To turn around
And give in...
To yet another last glance...
Is anyone there....?

Of All That Was Awaited...

Your curves
Drenched in my desire....
Your wants
Dripping down my soul...
Like a tumultuous cascade
Of sweet exhaustion.....
Down the terrain
Of the undulations
That deck your neck....
Like a quiet sparrow
Bouncing around,
In the first rays
Of the winter sun,
Your gaze,
Into my eyes....
Penetrates me...
Searching my insides,
For an answer
You have always awaited...
And as I dissolve
Into the interiors,
Of your unshielded being...
I can do nothing,
But be harmlessly ensnared,
In your unbroken will...
"Its a yes", I whisper
And you smile...
Into the betrothed night...