Beautiful man

Beautiful mancome greet me on rammed earthen stepscall me with the sweetest namesthat when you speak, the vines grow and flowers bloom between you and Ithey twist and tie around my wrist, ever so gentlyand sprout goosebumps on my delicate skinkissed by the sunand your ever so subtle coos Shower me with pleasuresof your raw

Sweet surrender kiss

What girls were made to believea guy who knows it all, as he spins her in her pretty dressunderneath the falling ambiance within a globewhere they look at each other with hopeless loveforever Forgive me if I’ve broken several heartsit’s just that I don’t feel worthy to believeand don’t taunt me if I’ve stepped out

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,

The feeling of love

I believe in you I believe that you’re real I can be so stoic sometimes but when I have emotions, I know that they’re real I believe in this I believe that this love is real it penetrates the deepest of impermeable layers it runs from head to toe I’m nonexistent without it there’s nothing

Process

I don’t care that you’re an ok stud to begin with It’s your transformation from a frog to a king; is what turns me on It’s your metamorphosis from a beetle bug to a ruler of a massive castle A dirt at the bottom of my shoe to a dynamite An eerie ghastly thing To

Burning wood

Quiet nights And the midnight stray dogs that bark The scent of burning wood Clay pots and runny rice On a stove made of fine earth I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress And peeking out the open window railings While the cool breeze touches my face Unlocking my heart There’s the lingering scent from grandma’s

Sweet sweet touch

Listen sweet thing; I’m not very political Or anything And it seems like you’re pretty basic And simply enjoy the sun, too And strawberries, ripe fruits, Chocolate cake, smiling Hugging and caressing Being close Laying on the beach, bare Making love and enjoying life. What else is life but a tasty quench from succulent fruits?

It’s about everything

It’s not about touching It’s not about listening It’s not about talking It’s not about you and I, buried underneath the ground. It’s about sharing every fiber of my being with you, Immersing in this life together Being stared at Being a part of things Going places, acknowledging each other, Holding hands and facing the

Swimming in sparkling yellow

Swimming in diluted pain Swimming in circular, swirling colors Swimming with you, paralyzed Traveling with the ocean tides Immersed in sweet delights That turn acidic Floating with moss, floating in yellow green Immersed in bubbles, palpitating wishes and dreams Stuck in liquid, dragging, lifting Still in silent mid space Numb, gazing Feeling of love Swimming

Noori

There’s a beautiful bird out in a forest. She flies her little wings up and down the hilly terrain near the glistening, cold Himalayas. They refer to her as Noori; this beautiful, colorful bird. On rare occasions they get a glimpse of her striking beauty. Yet always, they hear her tweeting her silly, sweet songs

All the sweet things

You are… Kind Sweet Lovable                 Precious                   Angelic                    Cute                     Peaceful Gracious                  

Walking with my friends