In my rain
In my nights of sleepless halo
I will write to you my rains.
Piercing the still darkness across our divide,
They will take me to your crusty soul
Stiffened by past defeats
If you will it, my magic touch
Will baptize you soul a phoenix
And set ablaze all that was not
In my nights of unkempt desire
I will lust after you
The spirits of my fantasy
Will feast on your succulent body
The wind serenade at you door.
Limp with pleasure, I rest -
My fingers smelling of your secrets
May 13th, 2009 at 12:09 pm
the poet….
May 15th, 2009 at 6:23 pm
Bhishon bhallaglo re eta
June 24th, 2009 at 4:57 pm
Limp with pleasure…my fingers smelling of your secrets. Beautiful.