rock the comfort
arm round
heart bound

the falling past the thoughts
shone luminous
born treacherous

pressed scrawled
in push script
bloodrun
an ink
viscous
a moment vicious

beneath
below
upon a new ideal
run

the droplets loved
a couplet urn
caught hurled
in pyre
overturned
spread hot
this ire

relinquish vows
caught choked
behind the veiled
clasp
a lucid grasp

Feel my butterfly
Blind fold me love
let my hair flow
and upon my face
bring about a glow

see me as you wish
where-ever
let me feel your fingers quiver all over

sending sweet electric shocks
Down my spine..
hold me around my waist
let me feel you hard
upon as times advance

hold me tight
let me feel a comfort slight
as when buds sprouts all about
my life would be bliss without a doubt

It is good that you walk with me.
As the autumn of our days does come, it is hard
To find that all the summers were left behind for lost times.
Then we must stay for always in this time to hold you
Your hand in mine and walk the paths
That are there for us, and the ones we will love,
For all our days.

Each movement showers of light rays
spread out from my limbs,
as if the sea were all a sparkling pond of magical beings,
their tiny presences made visible by disturbance;
this ethereal glow,
sends the mind to fantasies of other worlds,
where stars are born,
or in the luminous deep sea plankton as it stirs.

I have lost my ghost
it was wrapped around my legs
an amorous infinite python

My food does not go mysteriously missing
my favourite spots are not occupied
I am not reproached for existing

My bed is my own!

Maybe,
just maybe,
this time,
I am not talking about a cat

MASQUERADE

...and a silence dark and unforgiving

fell on this house

and all my kindnesses were brought

to naught.

Evil stares at me with different faces

Smiles turn into serpent's hisses

whispers of a Judas

dance frenetic around Truth

and Innocence

you do crucify.

Eleventh hour has passed again:
Wrinkle capped Men wreathed,
Widowed, psychopath onlookers grieve
Under a common grey sky, have

Fallen beneath the wheels of the cart again,
The grinding machinations grate
At furies far flung
And little understood by those too civilized

For wars that come undone:
Dare we criticize now, in the time
Of glowering, decorated men
That guard the blood tradition?

Just one more night,
you have just come and so late
we haven't had enough fun as yet,
why do you want to go away,
do stay

another sweet session will end up
better than as best
do stay...
Ah do stay
Okay
just another night will relieve our very being
just a night more my love,
can you not stay

what am I asking of you
just a night of your life’s day
only for today
yes my loved one,
do please ,do stay...

THAT door with its faulted LOCK slams and
clicks...the magic touch
the deadbolt unsliding
an open thought
in the drafty light
like the cigarette haze
the perfume drape
on tired furniture
the tricks of xmas lites

voices linger like a
travellers lullabye
an echo of moment

jacket full of promize
and an empty blaze
that races in our haunted
passion

Two little blackbirds
part ways forever
and nobody bothers why,

the sun sheds a tear
just before she sets
and philosophers do not
even care,

those keyboard sages
from the east and west,
where snow falls
and summer is a thing,
they won't ask why.

It's only I who seems
to care,
to worry why
the earthworm dies
without a marked grave.