I went looking for you today
For your lips, two badges of
honour only given to me.
For your arms,
a summer resting place
ready to hold a poet’s dreams.
For your body basking in the sun.
Waiting for me to give you
an undersea evening.
I went looking for you today.
With my affectionate eyes
and life glowing in the fire.

​

​You told me about
​your short hair-cut.
​All I could see was a form
​to capture my soul.
​And I thought, it begins
​with lips – lip to lip.
​And ends with hands –
​palm to palm.
​A little touch on the
​path of truth.

​What can be said
​about last years rhymes?
​Nothing made any sense.
​Sorrow, pain and
​nothing waiting ahead.
​And guilt cannot
​change the past.
​But I had you.
​Your dark eyes
​a glorious shine.
​And silence never
​sat so well.
​So come with me now.
​And we will find the vision
​of our successful love.

On New Year’s Eve
I went to watch the
rough water dance in tune.
As it waits for
desires call to come.
On its own way,
curved or straight.
The river always leans forward
pursuing purposeful action.
Just like me.
There by rivers side
I saw nothing beyond.
So, I moved onward.
Like the river of life.

​The warmth of
the winter sun.
​Gave me no sign.
​That one day it will die.
​The end of everything
​in a flaming finger.
​So, until then I will take
​the thread of love.
​And smile quietly
​as I turn and go.

Softly smoothly
your voice echoes.
A loving heart
rendering its way
back to me.
The night and the
world is passing us.
But they are just
old voices making noise –
so empty now.
Following the flow of love,
I will fill you to perfection.
And make these hearts
of joyful nights.

​

​The blue moon rises
​and I become your destiny.
​Gulping down all the
love ​you can give.
​Until you are inside me.
​And you are a skeleton.
Still with dumps of yearning.
​

​I have touched you everyday.
​Just washed by the sun.
​Reaching out to me.
​Nothing is for show.
​Just an intimate dance
​of our tongues and fingers.
​Bringing the flesh into blossom.
​And the evidence will be my body.
​Running the course of fire.

​How do you do it?
​With lips tender
​and succulent?
​Or a soul that transforms
​me into a kissing poet?
​No matter…..
​One taste of your
​essence is enough.
​Like a thousand fireflies
​on a summer evening.
​Everything is inside me.

​Though you are far away.
​I will comfort you
​with my words.
​You kissed away the cool
​darkness this morning.
​A blood-red orange of lust.
​Set against the cold wind
​that burns my face.
​From troubled dreams
​to Christmas bells of love.
​You have arrived in me.
​This is truely the way.