The fullness of being

Brimming over

Touch of a sun 
And lips feel 
The warmness of you  
Under the wake of my hands 
Your skin melts

A movement 
Of bitten salty sways 
Of leaves falling 
The embrace of April 
Spring comes softer 
And longer it stays

Can’t color the sea

Little moments of hell

Just swooshed by

I counted their wings

And they added up mine

They can color everything

But they can’t color the sea

Hands

Lost from sight

Emancipate the fire inside

Let the rust be purged

A numb colour

Bites into the skin

And that which holds it all together

Leaves!

Water needs nothing to flow

It won’t need your hands any more

Right past you!

Mind over matter

Or so thought the battle

Guns, scoot over

This is the very air

She takes flight in

Bother not, Slaves

Of descending waters

And unfaltering rules

She flows right past you!

Start already

Struggle

Past the insides

Of a slippery night

Longings of a new horizon

An extended moon-shine

A silver commencement

The day is set in motion

At the throes of the night!

The Squanderer

Your hands take too much

Without permission..

Every disheveled layer cries out

And your words won’t do this time…

The forsaken awakens

And lids open swiftly..

Only to shut down again

A single thrust is all it takes…

Can you take it all in?

All of the squanderer?

Or would you just slither

And make way for another?

What will suffice...

An open slit

Inconspicuous crevices

Or a door ajar

Just the notion of light

And that'll suffice...

The rhythm of your silence

A fleeting window into your world

The unspoken held softly & taken in

And caressed to a lullaby

And that'll suffice...