You look like that, And you got soul…

Dry ice; like cold arms sizzling ice on fire matchstick on a box your soft kisses like an unloading avalanche cascading waterfall like hair released from a broken wall unexpected ripping of the skies a downpour of rain on an otherwise pleasant simple day your eyes that take a glimpse and disappear that appear again,

Yin Yang

Maybe it’s time, I don’t know, it happens every late morning And once in a while before bed… This feeling of total control over my life It’s like magic, with tricky hands I can see where the ball strikes next And wins. It’s like that in your harried presence It’s your commanding glare Looking at

Lucky birds

Another year, and the birds are still riding the river on a floating sheet of ice. How awesome it must be to be them; enjoying the fresh outdoors while hanging out as a group with fellow flocks-mates. Just travelling on a mission together, sitting and checking out the cool scenery together, flying about and getting

Ice storm

Your body, collide with me; Shattered zillion pieces of Sharp crystals… And smoking ice. Pulverized snow Scratched underneath fingernails Appeasing The core marbled lattice That’s numb and blazing Stinging, arid Never melting, Sticking and breaking. The weight of our solid embrace Heavy The gravity, uncompromisable. Raining sleet While the world freezes, Freezer burn Between our