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Image

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But I dream of your image

distorted by the glass window

dashing across on your way to places

only in my imagination could follow.

My breath painting the surface

of the glass with secrets I swallow

with dismay, for you will never belong

to my heart in this reality,

nor will I ever touch your hair

the way the wind does in the misty rain.

And for you a moment not long

but an eternity in my despair

to taste this instance in time,

distorted by my longing your image

the only thing truly mine-

H.O


“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, Romeo and Juliet

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A Wishful Fit

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A Wishful Fit

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I could easily fit in your arms

your small frame to embrace my weight

on your pelvis, every thrust

pushing deeper where my lust

dissipates in the warm of your eyes.

And so easy getting lost in your shape

where desires running wild will escape,

do not blame me for craving

when I see that your gaze

unintentionally invites me to dream,

when could easily fit in between

the soft cradle of legs and plumb thighs-

H.O


“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”

― Pablo Neruda

Lost Garden

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Lost Garden

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I still see you sometimes

wandering lost through my garden

gently touching the flowers found

among overgrown weeds.

With tender hands you pull the vines

to expose the beautiful petals

hidden undergrowth,

giving them light in  a profound

gesture of love,

spreading seeds

to continue the cycle of life.

I silently watch you from afar

trapped in your spell

following the scent in the air

diverse amid the roses.

Alone I will trace remnants of your touch

lingering in the flowers

a farewell

to dreams overgrown

in my deserted garden-

H.O


“Happiness will bloom

With fragrance and beauty

If you plant the seeds of love

With a deep driving desire

in the garden of hope

And nurture with tenderness,

Compassion, and care;

If you are always eager to share.”

― Debasish Mridha

Water, Light and Air

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Water, Light and Air

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If you were water I would willingly drown

open eyes, inhaling liquefied

your scent in every drop once inside

would transform my desires

into dreams just for you-

If you were light I would stare until blindness

burn your image on my iris with the fires

glowing bright on your skin.

If you were air I would intensely inhale

gasping wants trapped in pockets

permeating with your essence

in my lungs, never exhale

every molecule of you kept inside-

But like water

you slip through with no presence

while I’m thirsty even more,

and you are light

shinning far your cherished beams

passing smiles and a brief hellos,

then you are air

quickly blowing past my dreams

while I hold every breath

when you pass unconcerned

and I yearned

for your water, light and air-

H.O


“Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings…but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.”

― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

Her

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Her

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I would die in your arms

if forever was promised in a piece of heavens

looking at your face lost among the stars,

and if only knew I belong to you

with a sudden death

I’ll embrace my end for another look-

H.O


 

“There’s something about her.

It’s not her smile or grace,

It’s not her beauty or race,

It’s not her scent or warm embrace,

Maybe it’s her laugh or the shape of her face.

No, that’s not the case.

It’s just her.”

― J.A. ANUM

This Longing

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This Longing

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So exhausting this longing

curling up like bad milk on the top of my days,

restless soul when it sneaks in my dreams

and it digs, and it sifts

and it screams

for a something that stays

and scratches and lifts

a burning itch in my heart-

So exhausting this longing

flaring up like a fever all alone late in nights

when it tosses and turns

while it scorches and incites

all the wishes and wants

for a something that burns-

So exhausting this longing

stuck like glue to the thoughts in my mind

and it whispers and pleads

for a something to find-

H.O


“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”

― Homer, The Iliad

Below the Lines

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Below the Lines

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I wish to find your unique way

a puzzle piece to fit my empty spaces

where all the parts are set to match

my needs and wants, a disarray

of hazy emotions leaving traces

of who you are-

And who are you that softly knocks?

My heart so used to be alone

with doubt will peek into the unknown,

an ocean warm in bluish green

to engulf me whole

where lost I’ll be hung in between

your earnest dreams

and my desires-

H.O


“But if you tame me, then we

shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I

shall be unique in all the world.”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince