Moonlit Symphony

Upon the vespers stands

We took turns

To measure up baselines

Drumming our soul in a symphony

Lost in Savannah woods

& moon's melodies.

Drowning at every red dose

We preached a howl

As our souls got entangled

Patching emotions in notions

Burdening time.

Bodies, blowing feelings

While filing findings

Duped at brink of innocence

Sang in an evening symposium

Poised to be the life of falling.

Beneath the Surface

In a game of words

Where resolutions

Sound like a game of cards

We met at crossroads

Eyeing the past with envy.

Trumped upon

We watched what we thought was the sunset

Dancing at the hyper of moon edge

Urged just to step at the brink of time

Yet unhinged to the reality of seconds.

Called upon

We feared morrow as sipped our morales

Pretence in embazzled to what was love

While crowning the moon to be the day

Yet drown to candle under the bed.

Love in Ink

.         photo done by @evies 

Give me a pen

Give me a paper

Let me print out these emotions.

Just that it's you

Who make me see the moon as a canvas

Ready to be devoured,

By the chisel of my imagination.

Dramatically tracing your silhouette

While dipping my fingers in paint

To highlight all I love about you.

Out of breath

Yearning heaven to imprint my soul

Oozing of desire to tuck you in me.

Give me a pen

Give me a paper

Let me print out these emotions.

Cosmic Collision

Oh precious!

Precious!

Precious!

Hold me tonight

As we watch the stars collide

Howling like wolves

At midnight stroke

While you stroke me good

Losing myself in the temperament of your body

Wishing to pull the galaxy to one.

Oh precious!

Precious!

Precious!

Give me this light

That I remember the compass back home

Bound in monochrome collision

Pollinated by the sun- moon

Brought to one in ecstasy

Fixated on heaven screams

Splashed on the screen of sheets.

Oh precious!

Precious!

Precious!

Seconds

upon the pleading part of time

plaited upon the souvenir stitch seams

left to bleed to write the story

held by the flowers

when the ticking glass shuttered.

forgotten

of the gluing power of space

we pledged never

in ever we will be

plucking seconds feathers

hoping to further our denial.

falling

at sight instance

singing yes before logic protest

we found ourselves intertwined

drawn away off our void

into the vortex of unknown

cupid voted in..

Rare ...

Crafting a sermon of time

Upon a raft of art fine

Trenched in a lane

Best forgotten at the station

Awaiting a turn to board a train

Yet drenched in rain.

Held on a call

Home dialling in a distant

Dared by the cupid dice

Rolling us into lame lane

Dressed as fame of time

Yet in a rag slaying contest.

Drafted!

Chasing bees for a fix

Honey in thoughts

While awaiting a turn

To indulge in forbidden harvest

Heaven Fined.

Stormy Passion

We were kids again

Jumping in the rain

While stripping our thoughts

Naked we stood at mercy storms.

Queued in desire

We held each other's hands

Staring past this world

Words slipping to impregnate silence.

I...I  love you!

Creasing the bed stands

While sheets tore in passion

Hold me close drenched...