the sentimental secrets seeping in silence
as i roll over in sackcloth of sensual search
in the vale of sexual illusions...
in the unison of two unhaloed bodies
...
what if i sleep
slumbering from ethereal space
to eternity and choose my portion
in the ben of dusty crevices unperturbed
...
in the resplendence of his opulence
he bursts into a rapture of tongues
...
i watched a whispering palm sharing
hush-words with a soothing wind blowing
i listened with awe as a bird sang away her heart
...
i thought of it...too little
but nothing as to brittle
the seeming insignificant cyber feeling
thrown into the open domain
...
i want to
to be there in darkest alley
when your face looks sully
for there seems nowhere to hurry...
...
like lettering of letters lettered
in the luminousness out of longing lungs
the blossoming breath of beautiful breeze
ensphered my still soul and in serenade
...
once upon a time there was your shadow
reflecting on the window
...
time hurts when we wait
expecting you’ll be here
with the wind’s whisper
...
permit me not to dawdle
here the screaming silence
...