I Bet...

I bet your lips are laced with absinth,
and I can get drunk off your kiss.
I bet your skin is electricity;
the thought of it just reverberates through me.
I bet your eyes are enchanted;
tell me how else is it that I am so spell bound by it?
I bet your glance can stop my heart,
I can feel it beating with every glance, stops and starts.

I bet you have gravity;
Your pull shakes my spine, what insanity!

Your curves and arches, cotton and rose;
You cannot possibly be contained in any rhyme or prose.

Your Kiss

I will translate every intangible line of your flesh
into words
in every living language, and won’t stop until
you place a period at the end of my sentence with

your kiss.

After all,

what is the point of poetry

that is not meant for 

your kiss?

All I Live For

Drink drink drink
till you drown
drink after drink
all my thoughts unbound
crashing
wave after wave
all the images of you
pebbles on a white shore
still drowning in you
drink drink drink
all my thoughts unbound
fire fire burning, burning aglow
passion, your desire
burning my soul

Ring ring ring
I hear the bell toll
your glance, your laugh, your touch
that’s all I live for.

in-betweeners

Here we are,
in the morning.
Your legs wrapped around my ankles
lying in bed.
The gloomy morning is surprisingly hot,
and all you can afford to give me is a lazy
“morning”,
and I give you back a content smile.
You twist and stretch your body
crumbling and rustling papers filled with poems from last night
and reach over
and light up your half smoked blunt
and I grab and kiss the warm lips
of the handle of Gin, sitting by the side
of the bed
from last night.
Gently,
I kiss the bite marks of her name on your neck I left last night,
and you,
gently
trace his name across the scars you left on my chest last night,
and it’s all fine. A couple of
in-betweeners
losing…something, in this purgatory
of bed sheets,  papers of poems, Blunts of Mary Jane and handles of Gin
and somewhere in my mind I wonder
you do too, I assume
“What if…”
“What if we weren't survivals of a past freak accident?”
“What if we had crashed and burned with each other, not victims of a series of unfortunate collision?”
“What if you were mine, and I was yours and neither one of us belong to someone else?”
What if this, that, and a million other things
“What if…”
I’m drunk,
and you’re high,
and this is all bullshit.
It’s just us;
a couple of in-betweeners
lying.

Beautiful Lies

Some lies are
so beautiful
one cannot resist
believing them.

Wonder

They say:
"We accept the love we think we deserve."

I wonder
what that says about

                                 Me.

Lovers' Moon

The wolf cried his lovesuit to the moon
hoping
the she-wolf would hear it.
Her howl cleft the moon in
half.
Half, he gave to his other half, lighting her sky
beautiful and bright.
Half, He kept to himself for
safekeeping; silent and

dark.

Greater Good

Shards
of your sh at t ere d
soul
I kiss
to make it
better.
I cut my lips, tasted
my blood.
Nothing ever
tasted better.
My tongue burnt with
words
I wish I could say out
loud,
but I choked on my love and
died.
I hope I kissed all your pain
away.
At least your next
lover
won't wither like me.
your
tomorrow will be a better
day.

Gentle Theif

You stole my breath
so quickly;
didn't even bother to
clean up
the crime scene.

Your scent
lingers
on my cardigan still, and I
wonder perhaps
if you left behind something more
precious
than what you
stole?

You, You, You, You

Hiding right under my nose;

Seek and ye shall find
Seek and ye shall find
Seek and ye shall find
Seek and ye shall find

Tunnel Vision;
Noun.
1. A drastically narrowed field of vision, as in
looking through a tube.
Symptomatic of retinitis pigmentosa.

Seek and ye shall find
Seek and ye shall find
Seek and ye shall find
Seek and ye shall find

Stationary Nomad

Even
the life long nomad
yearns to look back and see
someone
saying:" come home soon."

Dream Job

Third grade composition topic:
"Describe what is your dream job for when you grow up?"

       When I grow up, I'll be an astronaut! I'll have my own spaceship and I'll Zoom! fly off into the sky. I'll see all the stars and the planets. I'll go to Perseus and take love notes to the Andromeda galaxy for him, and then I'll come back to earth. When I come back to earth, I'll be a painter and paint Sunflowers and Starry Nights. I'll write poems, good poems, like, actual poetry worth reading and I'll learn lots and lots of words and I'll travel through pages and go to lands of ink and magic. I'll be an elephant keeper! yeah, that's my dream job, because elephants are cool! They are big but so much bigger on the inside! Did you know elephants can learn languages? They are so big and strong, but they die if their hearts break. how sad is that? not only do they never forget, they die if their love dies.

I think I know what my dream job is. Because after looking at the stars and skies and flowers and books and poems and elephants and everything beautiful there is, I think I just want to love you; for the rest of my life, and even after that. I want to love you until I die and my heart turns to dust and each dust-speck of my heart is in love with you. Best thing I could ever dream of.

Little, much.

I miss you only 

This much:

As the size of the tip of a matchstick;

Little

But capable of setting the world

On fire.

Indecisive Ocean

How indecisive 

Is the ocean. The moment 

You drown in

Her,

She gives you back.

Conundrum

I am stuck between
a child;
climbing up the walls, reaching for his dreams,
and
an old man;
slow-dancing intricately with his walking stick…
I wish I could convince the old man to tell the child to
“settle down! There is no point in climbing
prison walls.”

Once and For All

In Evil Hour

my Love 
in Times of Cholera sang to me
Of Love
& Other Demons.

The Chronicle of a Death
Foretold by my queen of hearts
doomed a Story of a Shipwrecked Sailor that
was only Living to Tell the Tale of the siren
he loved.
he drowned
in an ocean of Melancholy;
a mirage of promised tomorrows to be shared.

sing to me Clandestine lies and
I’ll drown in you again. Just as I did once
and for all.

Ode to Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Sorrows and Suitcases

You are
suitcase in hand.
And sorrowful
I am.

This is the saddest form of sadness.

Personal Prison

Sometimes

there are certain people, whom
once attached to them,

You end up hating having ever be

 free. 

Equilibrium

You had a math final
and Shakespeare was taunting me
with his rhyme,
so we both agreed that
physics was the best topic to study.

So there we were
somewhere between the fiction and
non-fiction;
in the fantasy isle

Crash coursed a thousand all-nighters
until we finally figured out
equilibrium.

I don’t know who was hotter, but by
the end of it we were both melting
into one
you were quivering
and I was inhaling your silent
screams,

and we proved physics wrong:

The
only
law that moved the earth
was

You and Me.