By the Water


By the water


Only I wish to transform just a bit

in your dreams somehow live

next to you by the water

where the seagulls so frantic and wild

flock the shore-

Did I tell you these wants from before

when you first stirred my heart with a smile?

And I wish sometimes could

hold your gaze long enough

to imagine a kiss,

with my arms wrapped around

where my love come to nest

in a flock  of desires-

And you arouse things I miss

when I wish to be lost in our time

next to you by the water

where the seagulls so frantic and wild

call your name next to mine-


“Flight of my mind rises beneath the seagull’s wings …then ocean is my motherland I feel.”

― Munia Khan


Of a Touch


Of a Touch


I followed the motion of her hand

pushing gold strands of hair

carelessly flying around the neck,

my lungs pleading for air

when I forget to breathe, a minute

lost in the magic of a smile-

Oh how I am weak to understand

how she causes a spin

in my world, for a while

I am lost in her spell

waking visions of kisses

and touches, and love…

Sometimes, I could follow her hand

crafting wants buried deep

with no words to dispel

what I feel, what I wish I could touch

like her hand touched a part

of my soul,

and I wish I could reach and somehow

touch a place in her heart-


“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.

O, that I were a glove upon that hand

That I might touch that cheek!”

― William Shakespeare





Gravitational forces pull down

years of smiles and frowns

following the laws of nature-

On your face every line I could count

through time abused skin,

loved dried and wrinkled

with touches of sin

hiding in wider hips,

my hands molding a pleasure

ripen and sprinkled

with a touch of dreams-


“Your face is marked with lines of life, put there by love and laughter, suffering and tears. It’s beautiful.”

― Lynsay Sands


Love Dance


Love Dance


In a dance of colors a feathery display

in this a game of attraction,

words seeking a favorable reaction

to a glimpse of possibilities-

And what I seek but a loving woman

to fill my nights with passion,

 if not love then a warm body,

to carelessly fall

 into my heated arms

for a thousand and one nights

of seductive schemes-

I want to get lost in the charms

of a beautiful woman,

for this dance I will play

all my favorite games

with the brightest colors of all,

hoping love would somehow

find its way to my dreams-


I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.”

― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper





You swim in shallow waters-

Your glistening skin pale against the sky

glides smoothly,

unnoticed deep beneath

your enticing ripples I shy

away from possibilities.

But how I wish to feel

your softness with my hands,

your raw passion

to offer this lone flesh relief

from these wicked wants

that burn underneath

the placid surface-


“Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,

more perfect than all that a man can invent.”

― Roman Payne, The Love of Europa





Whispering your name

on butterflies wings my thoughts fly

through a dusty window-

And what is it you became

since that first word kissed by your hands

found its way to this weary heart?

I dream of you

my precious unfulfilled wish,

pendent desires looking for a home

in faraway lands

where your smile feeds my streams

of loose emotions-

Will you think of me tonight?

Concealed dreams

finding a way to your pillow

with restless hands

fantasizing a touch to ignite

on your skin small implosions,

while your lips quietly tremble

whispering my name-


“I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.”

― Jeanette Winterson

Frost and Fire


Frost and Fire


And then I wonder

how it is possible you are like snow

but burn much hotter

than what I’m made

of sand and sun,

to adore the flakes of winter storms

and radiate light that shifts and forms

my salty dreams

of pale white skin-

And how you hold a winter heart

that doesn’t melt with all the heat

burning within,

and then I wonder,

if we are extremes

and our lives so far apart

why do I seek a northern star

to shine on me the brightest light,

and crave your lips of crimson red

to burn a path where winter meets

my summer wants across my bed-


“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”

― John Steinbeck