The Flow of Wants
I want to be your fantasy-
The hidden desire that suffocates at night
under the smooth touch of your fingers.
To be the unspoken name that lingers
between wet lips with wants your tongue
wipes away like a sip of sweet wine.
An arousing sense flowing down your spine
when images of flesh sweaty and tight
fills your daydreams in a sunny afternoon.
I want to be your full moon
with rising tides waiting to drown me
under wild desires flowing in your skin,
I want to be your fantasy and your sin-
October 10, 2019
“I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.
― Sara Gruen
Dreams and Wine
There is no transcendence,
dreams do not migrate south in the winter
but rather drown in a glass of cheap wine.
Sometimes is easier to declare defeat
and this restlessness quietly confine
to the corners of my lonely lips.
A heartbeat, all it’s left from the heat
of those fires that consumed me whole,
and a kiss, all it took to enslave
my free will and my soul.
What I give, what I gave
does not matter if dreams are frozen in time
and don’t migrate south in the winter
but just drown in a glass of cheap wine.
September 24, 2019
“If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night”
― D. H. Lawrence
A question on the tip of my tongue burns
with anticipation, parting lips exhaling
words I won’t dare ask, it turns
to a kiss, barely brushing my wants
on this barren dessert leaves me waiting
while you smile and quietly part-
September 20, 2019
“Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.”
― Sanober Khan
This cavernous space creates an echo
bouncing emotions against bared walls
that resonates in my heart,
loneliness rest on these halls,
where wandering ghosts freely roam
the empty spaces.
August 21, 2019
“I have poured my heart out ….
And now I am empty.”
― Ranata Suzuki
The color of a fiery sunset
after a summer storm,
it reemerges into passion
running through my veins.
It is seduction and pain,
adventure and fire born
from the ashes of deceit,
it is ice and heat
and everything divine
to which I surrender.
Too much red?
Never enough to outline
the shape of my wants
on your lips-
August 21, 2019
“red the colour of the rose
red the colour of your lips
red the colour of your tongue….
red the colour of your heart……
red the colour of your passion…..”
― Marina G. Roussou
a shade of sky
in an April morning
digs inside my soul
for forgotten dreams,
it provokes my wants
in seductive plays
stranded between lips
where the red betrays
her concealed desires
August 20, 2019
“I wish to stay drenched
in those rain-blue eyes
in those…soul-reaching crystals
not moving a muscle
this turquoise ache
against my heart.”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
Attraction is a butterfly
landing softly on your petals
on a sunny summer day,
it is you my piece of sky
calling me to spread my wings
across the blue in your eyes.
August 19, 2019
“You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.”
― Melody Lee