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.

Plucking

I hold no right to say
But complain
As I dance in a hollow ditch
Having sang an anthem
Forever
Yet looped on petal troubles.

Delayed, painted on horizons
Spilling a little tea
To get me going on a torrent
Seeking guidance
To a rose sting.

Losing a tongue
In a dare
Floor scrubbed
While waiting for the stick
To do the dance with the tongue
Stirring us to existence.

Hold me close
As I drain my words out
Benching fear to a phrase
Wished for
Never to reach its intended
Secretly pursued.

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...