Who knows your delight
As he kisses you with light–
Deep passions aroused
After they made love for the third time, he sobbed uncontrollably into her breasts. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stroked his hair.
The first time had been a voracious consummation, driven by years of suppressed feelings.
Remnants of the explosion were tossed, tussled and tangled everywhere. No words, just unapologetic moans and whimpers.
The second time was lingering and exploratory, touching and tingling every sensation as they nibbled those words left unspoken for so long.
Then, their fingers found each other again in veneration and gratitude for this second chance. They swallowed tears of past regret.
Who was she looking at when the camera clicked? Her lips gently smiling, some buttons undone. What had happened in between that had turned her into the insecure woman she had become, nervously touching her hair to control invisible wisps.
That photograph spoke of dreams dissipated, passion evaporated and confidence eroded when you looked now, at her threadbare apron, her worn shoes, her bitten nails.
The frown now a furrow on her brow and yet– if you peeped through the keyhole of her kitchen door, for a second, you’d catch a glimpse of a childlike anticipation in her fiery eyes.
Between rhythm and rhyme
wondering which it would be
words seemed to fail me
the notes sounded out of key
Then you walked into the room
arranged the lyrics to a tune
You blew me away– repeatedly,
endlessly, to heights not yet known
Words so cleverly coupled, selected,
slithered into slippery dark places
stirring memories and dreams
painful heartbreaks of yesterday.
Caught up in an exotic dance
the music allured me once again
the beats, the strums, together
with words, they knew the drums
of my heart. They danced in valleys,
on mountains, through the oceans
beneath the moon and with the sun–
lighting up life between night and day.
In pursuit of love I tried to run
from the ordinary,
the drab of life’s existence.
Dressed in my new clothes,
I saw love lurking in the shadows,
furtively blending into the dark.
He moved like a bandit,
crouched like a sly cat,
too elusive for me to catch.
Then the madness consumed me,
wanting so badly
for you to love me madly.
Beyond the world of reality,
in quest of the love of my dreams.
There were streets filled with people,
stridently stepping like me.
Turning dark corners,
ducking through alleyways,
sniffing for their opiate,
stealing others’ needles for their dreams.
When I woke up to the ordinary,
I cried into my pillow, disappointed
that this was just a bad dream.
So I took out a clean sheet of paper
and doodled throughout the day.
Maybe tomorrow and the day
after – I would finally find you,
simultaneously searching for me,
the one who is not complete and whole
until he finds the half of his soul.
Soaked by the rain
Of your tantalizing words
Floating in the air
Drenching wet kisses
On my lips, all over me
Your breath in each drop
Little did I know
The rain had become a flood
So strong the allure
Driven by tumescent winds
The taste of new rain
Freshly fallen, final gush
A verse now complete
Until the next rain…
the torrential rush–
the merging of two rivers
caught in collision,
submerged and subsumed–
then the stream faltered
into a trickle,
leaving only the salt
of tears long dried out.
the bouy bobs and drifts,
in a small pond.
She catches a sob,
wiping the lonely tear
before it falls for him
So in love with you
Have you fallen too?
In quiet suspense
As your lips touch mine
Whether I can bear
A moment like this
In the swell and swirl
Moving in rhythm
As we climb and soar
Heights not known before
Erratic, in gasps
Bliss to feel like this
After just one kiss…