House of Glass

Walking the street of this abandoned city,
the road winds, leading back to the doorstep
where we parted ways.

Behind a wall transparent
my gaze, unabashed
drinks the sight of your countenance.

Imprisoned in a house of glass
your lips serenely curved in a smile,
while in your eyes
lies a stirring melancholy.

A soft touch,
the slightest caress
will cause this door to swing open.

A secret
half-whispered in the wind,
will crumble these walls till they vanish.

A gentle kiss,
surreptitiously stolen
will enfold and transport us
Far from this place.

Crash

A crash
Preceded by a vision
Jostled and shook me
From a languid complacency.

Fragments of debris
Cast and dispersed
Across the gravel,
Glistening tear drops
On an altar floor.

With mouth parched
And head muddled
By feverish reveries,
I lay a moment to rest.

But Lady lethargy
Dragged me beneath the sheets,
Stole my kisses
And muffled my sighs.

Dying Sun

Underneath the veil
Of a dying sun,
Your slender silhouette
Outlined
In its receding rays.

You approach me
Closing the distance between us.

Your subtle relinquishment
As you surrender to my arms
Which encircle you,
As a gate encloses
A walled garden.

The vision of your maroon locks
Haunts me
Descending
In a cascade of fire
Over your shoulders

Past the petals and the curvature
Of your lips
Which glow, beckoning
Treasures in the dark.

Unabashed, your tender frame
Presses against mine.
The rapturous waves
Of your lake
Wash over my shore.

The magnetic attraction
Of our bodies
Compels us
Pulls us closer together,
Awakening every pore
Soliciting secret stirrings
And palpitations.

The disarming intimacy
Of your gaze,
As my fingertips trace
And travel
Across the soft vineyards
Of your arms.

You show me the little dots
That adorn
The smooth surface
Of your skin,
Lush grapes
On a vine.

I feel your simmering locks,
Blazing
As you remain nestled,
Underneath my chin
And perceive intimations
Of your Soul's longing
Subdued.

Do not scorn my approach

Love,
Do not scorn
My approach.

Though at times
I seem to be moving
Away from you

Or to go off the road entirely.

I am only taking another path,
And will meet you up there
On the other side.

Do not despise me
If I seem to walk
At a snail's pace,
Stumbling, to keep up.

A pair of wings
Has sprouted
On top of my shoulders,
And I will soon
Be flying to meet you.

Do not resent it
If I remain speechless
In your company,
At a loss for words.

This mute who,
After a long silence
Regains his voice
Is learning a new vocabulary

And soon
Will be singing your name.