Not mine, will never be someone a part

of dreams I weave at night,

but such delight

the roundness of her hips

creating waves inside my blood to rush

for just a moment,

her unexpected touch

and hair next to my lips

too much to just contain in one embrace

of arms around my waist and heart-


July 15, 2018

“I had embraced you…

long before i hugged you.”

― Sanober Khan


Like Sand and Waves


Like Sand and Waves


Back and forth

like the waves which uncover my feet

in the sand buried deep

like my soul,

back and forth

you uncover my love

and my cravings like sand

washed away

to expose who I am

a naked soul of a man-

Back and forth

you will come in the night

and I take you to bed

staying stuck in my head

while the attraction you fight

back and forth

holding on to your fears

when your love like the sand

grain by grain disappears-


“It’s not worth it to build castles on the sand if they get destroyed by the waves of reality.”

― Mladen Đorđević

Of Spells and Dreams


Of Spells and Dreams


You cradle me between legs gently

on milky skin a contrast shade

of passion penned in winter schemes,

your pelvic heat radiating wants

with urges flowing in a cascade

of loose desires-

I give you words,

you give me dreams-

I give you love,

you give me words,

but words like chants

bewitch my dreams,

if with a spell I could persuade

under my wings

for you to stay…

Would you let go and just be mine

and not confine

yourself to dreams?


“She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells”

– Dean Koontz –

Like a Skin


Like a Skin


How I am to feed this longing that grows

as I’m waiting for emotions to fade, to shed

this new skin you bred all around me-

And I feel it itching at night in my bed

with your heat burning long

in those places your love does belong

but forgotten for fear of the storms

that may come if we choose to let be

what was meant to become-

And I touched you, still I will do if I need

of this drug which I crave, and you are

like a skin with a longing I feed

while I’m waiting for life to dissolve

so I may find you again

in a place not so far if we evolve

and transform-

But for now, what to do with this skin

that you bred all around me?


“How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”

― Sylvia Plath






in the trillion cells across your body

you define and forge what I am,

in your thoughts, in your heart

like a ghost taking shape-

And how do I define you

my gone dreams butterfly,

spreading wings far

for you cannot be a cocoon again

once you learned to fly.

You are a voice, a gate

to all the wishes that men

quietly throw to the wind,

you are the words

I wished to scribbled within

to keep locked inside

warming my coldest winter-

You are mine,

alone I can hold you forever

in my skin, where you hide

to become but a dream,

only I can define-


“I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.”

― Avijeet Das

Wishful Star


Wishful Star


High above the clouds

you are my wishful star

where my wishes wait

like a winter seed

begging for your spring-

Could I wish for more

than the words you unravel

on my thirsty tongue?

For you I will travel

to that secret place

where gone wishes are

and would gather some

in your heart to pour

so I could wish for more

than a wishful star-


“Wishing, like sipping a glass of punch, or pulling aside a bearskin rug in order to access a hidden trapdoor in the floor, is merely a quiet way to spend one’s time before the candles are extinguished on one’s birthday cake.”

― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid

Way to a heart


Way to a heart


If I love you in the distance,

will my muse find a way to your heart?

Stealing dreams that you guard

somewhere kept in the sea of your eyes

or the curve of your lips-

Do I kiss you to gather your words

dripping slowly in my mouth?

They part flavors of longing

and passion with hints of the unknown-

Will I find you in my bed when my hands

search the shape of your waist?

Confused dreams by my wants

late at night when your image embraced-

If I love you from far,

will my muse find a way to your heart?


“What I want is for you to touch me in ways that hands and teeth and skin cannot.”

― J. Andrew Schrecker