If I would be the Moon,
I would wrap you the shining cover
With affection touching your neck to the navel,
Get relief of my ever thirsty growing in the heart.
If I would be mascara,
I will sweep the dark lids of your cool eyes
In close embracing,
Having pocked of magic spell in romance without tiresomeness.
If I would be wind,
I will loose up your bun
And fly them in tender breeze by the feelings of romance,
Pick up the winy fragrance from your silky hair.
If I would be a lip dyer,
I will splash color in crimson glow
Over your pairs of sweet soft lips,
Sip the sweet water so thirsty.
If I would be rain,
I shall pass across the deep of your heart so fast
Touching by your soft body,
Set the stream of heavenly warmth in blood cells.
If I would be lace,
The cost of your bosom will be passed
To take shelter in the temple of your heart,
Rise pondering in warmth storm dashing in the deep of your heart.
If I would be Indra,
I will settle on your lap
Make day out in warmth cuddling,
Get fulfilled of the thirsty of nectar left to come for thousand of lives.
Categories:
tiresomeness, love,
Form: Free verse
Weaving passed the everyday conflict,
Tiresomeness affair,
Life's obstacle.
Needle point into basket case,
Forced made to hold rotten fruit,
Mindful of matter foolishness of others.
Faith seems to slip from the hand,
Into the far yonder no reaching.
Closed eyes,
Let's play a game,
Resting at the poetry cafe.
Opened rooftop,
Glassed walls,
Seeing beauty of loveliness encicling,
Moment now to enjoy peace.
Drinking wine of poetic,
Drunken by loving words of making,
Poetry sing on scrolls.
Breezing through the muse heart,
Carrying a blanket mist from the ocean depth,
Flowing with touch spell of tickling sea current,
Letting the pen dance between season thoughts.
Paper chuckling as the ink stain letters of spelling.
Even if five minutes,
Enough,
Keeping one in the sane.
So just leave eyes shut,
Smile.
Seeing poetry cafe is waiting,
Anytime of the day,
Even in one's dream,
By night-
Categories:
tiresomeness, confusion, imagination, uplifting, poetry,
Form: I do not know?