My feet yearn to walk
a place I've known before;
in a place I once belonged.
Steeped in transcendent beauty
...
'Money haven't! '
Screams my grammar-confident niece
Stooping to correct her, I'm
Slapped silent
...
I want a large tub of ice cream
Your hands around my waist
Your breath on my neck
And kisses on my face
...
You are my moments of exasperation
I honestly thought you knew;
Reason of my unexplainable desolation.
...
Searching for the sense
That fans the flames of life
Praying for its release
From imprisonment;
...
I keep looking at you
Wishing you had never been.
It's not your beauty that captivates me.
...
She's fiddling with the lace curtains while staring out at the lake. Sunset's in an hour and already grey clouds are racing to catch up. She smiles at the sun's rays dancing on the lake below; teasing the sky.
‘No darkness can ever overpower true beauty, ' she whispers.
And just like that her mind wanders to her wedding night - 4 nights away. She blushes as wave after wave, of a young bride's excitement crash against her; weakening her knees. Notes of jasmine from her perfume blend effortlessly with the musky smell of the hotel room.
‘Just like us, ' she muses.
...
O celestial body!
Blessed heavenly beauty!
Grand claims you draw
From deep within me
...
It's peaceful in the world today
News negated disaster of any kind;
When reaching for a hot cuppa-
Civilians alerted! Lives are on the line!
...
The urge to vomit is as strong
As the need for comfort
All pent up inside
No respite from the raging waves of
...
Kandy Tooth Temple
My feet yearn to walk
a place I've known before;
in a place I once belonged.
Steeped in transcendent beauty
sensuous sepalika offerings
greet the misty dusk,
and dew kissed skin understand
expressions of a love once known.
Pressed against soothing engraved rock
a dam of emotions is unleashed.
Curious fingers trace every outline,
every sensuous curve and dent
explored and revisited.
Emotions crash like waves and
bodies sway in sync to
rhythmic bera beats.
Anticipating finger tips caress
fragrant pitchcha mal and araliya.
Adoring eyes venerate amidst
soft clouds of purple olu
while bera beats grow harder;
rhythmic urgency awakening senses.
Ardent mutterings merge with
incense as a potent offering, as
white cotton tempted by tufts of breeze
shyly expose skin.
Heartbeats rise and fall in ecstasy,
tears of joy find their place,
in a place filled with
sensuous sepalika offerings till dawn.
A place I've known before,
a place I once belonged.
-06.02.2013-