I’ll hold on to you as if you were life
a breath of air in my lungs
a rhythm of heartbeats to stay alive.
I’ll hold on to you like a second skin
covered by kisses and sweat
warm like the summer rain.
I’ll hold on to you as If I was blind
and you were my way in the dark
or like if you were water
drowning myself in your eyes .
And if you turned to fire I’ll hold on
burning myself until the last spark
dwindles and dies.
“In reality nobody can grasp anything permanently in life. Absolutely nothing. Something may stay in memory for a while but eventually that too fades away.”
― Aditya Ajmera
My love ripened too late in season to harvest
pendent on the bared branches,
easy picking but forgotten ‘til winter.
Alone it stays in the orchard farthest
waiting for the frozen splinter
to gash it’s heart and bleed desires
into the coldness of the ground.
And cold will fade into dreams
of lips tasting it’s sweetness now bound
to rot alone too late for harvest.
“Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.”
― T.S. Eliot
Your hair was infused with sunlight
your eyes drawn with blue from the skies
your heart tenderly forged in the flames
of the hottest fire around
and later doused with honey for it was found
that sweetness and heat mix well,
fiercely created with a powerful spell
your lips were carved on carnelian
to make men fall and claim
that anyone who to kiss them dare
with one taste will go insane.
“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda
My thoughts fly around your image
searching for a place to lay my dreams
and hatch desires,
your hair carelessly cascading streams
of sunlight while palpitating hands
yearn the softness of a touch.
And I weave my passion into strands
of words breathing fire
to deeply burn into a bliss
for every sound escaping your lips
becomes a faraway kiss.
Farther than Stars
I could have love you-
If forever a light reaching far from the stars
I could have found a way
reaching far in your heart.
I could have stay-
But sometimes love turns blind
if we stare for too long
and with spots in the eyes
I could have found you-
But most times what we find
leaves a taste in reprise
of your kisses now gone
and in memories bright if I reach for the light
you are farther than stars.
“I remember touching her hand for the first time. I remember kissing her angelic soft lips for the first time . Everything seemed so easy , everything seemed possible . She smiled at me and flew away”
― Amine Fatmi
Si por ti pudiera descorchar el cielo
y derramar azul de tus ojos un reflejo
para embriagarme lento
perdido en tu mirada-
Si por ti pudiera desgarrar las nubes
en un lago de besos ahogarme en tu boca,
y si acaso pudiera recortar estrellas
iluminar los sueños que tu amor evoca
y lo haría todo, si por ti pudiera.
If I could
If for you I could open up the skies
I would pour the blue to reflect your eyes
slowly intoxicated behind every look
only if I could-
I would tear apart every passing cloud
and in my delusion
in a lake of kisses drown inside your mouth .
If for you I could trim the shiniest stars
to light up your dreams
for if love beseems
I would do it all only if I could.
I keep no trace of your pain
wounds can’t heal on ragged skin
or flesh denied of a touch
in blinding obsession tight shut.
Love most times runs downstream
becoming someone else’s dream
and pain remains deep inside
while I tender my own grief.
Knots were long ago untied
and may seem somewhat insane
that to live we must first die,
so I ask you to forgive
I keep not trace of your pain.