Tossing

(1)
Italian restaurant,
Sea side table,
Wild tides.
Red wine & crystal smiles.

(2)
Long black hair,
Sleeveless purple dress,
Cinnamon breeze.
Rapid heart beats.
Hesitant entrance.



(3)
White teeth,
Brown suite,
Hugo fragrance.
Sweating forehead.
Eager moves.

(4)
Hot gravy,
Molten candles.
Blank feelings,
Rose cheeks,
Curious lips.
A deck of cards!

(5)
1, 2, 3
Shuffle…
1, 2, 3
Cut…

(6)
Shoot the moon!
It’s a queen of hearts,
And a king of spades!

I know its winter

I know its winter,
When I curl myself,
On the couch thinking about u.
When I long to u,
In the nippy sunless cloudy days.
When it aches my soul hearing your voice thru the phone,
Where I can't touch you.
I know its winter,
When I gloom for no reason,
When I smell your deep purple perfume,
While u are miles away.
I know its winter,
When I send silly smiles all around,
When I hate the vapor coming thru my mouth,
While am about to kiss you.

A Moment in time

Leaning my shoulder on the wall,
Staring at the ladder shaped clouds.
Wondering about your warm looks to my eyes,
Your runner away eyes when they meet mine.
I am a refugee,
Suffering an aching need to camp in your smile,
To rest my head on your chest,
And softly ring my arms around your waist.
I heard your steps coming behind me,
I listened to your inner whisper,
But I muted my confessing voice…
Protecting my ego from a self-stabbing!
Loving you is inventible.
The sweat vulnerability of the numb lips,
Dying to tell you the truth!
And after the famous three words,
I’ll drown in my dizzy affection,
I’d vanish from the red flush invading my body.._

Precise Feelings

Winter,
Hypnotize greens.
Delivers solitude.

Heaven,
Held in your eyes,
Cradles the voice,
Of a naked soul.

Cold Vapor,
Wraps my heart.
Invade my breaths.

Floral touches,
From your lips.
Brought fire,
To that dull portrait,
Lying behind my ribs.

Ma'aet's Whispers

Aching insane feelings,
Impaired hungry moves,
Wrinkling the glamour of my eyes.
Plant another soil but mine,
Where your seeds can blossom,
Into your dark colors.
I’m strangling the black &white dreams,
Haunting glorious stars,
To wash your essence off me.
That voice holding me tight,
Getting me a ride to another sky,
I shall cherish and obey.
Your remnants in me die,
When I feel beyond the obvious.
And within another turn around the sun,
I’ll be caressing charmed bushes in my land.
And where light is no longer a sin,
My senses will be filled,
With a divine violet flavor.
My heart will be embraced,
By lavender blessings.

A Rod of Incense.

Every night,
Imaginary arms,
Wraps my waist,
Whispering words…

Words delivering,
Different warmth.


Every lonely night,
A hand,
Pats on my shoulder,
Mumbling a song.

A song screaming,
Not to tilt my head.


Every cold night,
A delicate finger,
Wipes my tears,
Closes my eyes.

Those eyes,
Holding a kissable look.


Every shivering night,
A velvet lip,
Reaches my forehead,
With a violet elixir.

An Elixir,To reach beyond the dawn

Losing virginty

A Long journey holding a hazy destination.
Nothing,
But the sound of blue rain drops,
Crash that nostalgic silence.
Grey Hills of deaf pain,
Squeezing that green soul,
Drinking her white fantasies.
Meaningless beats of a forgotten passion
Dancing with the lone attitude._
Desperate words clenching in my eyes,
And a Strom of seeking tears,
Crucifies a survival song
On a glass slab.
Obscure trials to reach my old shawl.
Dry unscented skin,
Yearns to embrace lime breaths,
Longs for a salty breeze.
I am holding a rose in the heart.
Waiting for the dew to find me,
Where the music of the sun,
Is No longer played with despair.