intoxicated

as the last froth is emptied from the glass

mouth

into mine, each tiny bubble bursting

setting free

desires...meant

subdued, unquenched...as spirits poured

long left with numbing

emptiness

i feel tingles

as your skin unmindfully touches mine

your fingertips running thru my arms

when u reach

for more of the potent liquid

filling what otherwise is

void

spare me no promise of love

lived eternal

nor bliss

nor abstracts of your desires

i dont need them

in fact

i dont need you

nor your words

nor your being

i justly

want you

now

your body against mine

moving

within me, thoughts silenced

a lifetime

eagerly waited for this

this one night shared

in stark darkness

tomorrows blurred, intentional

future out of mind

let this

this one moment stand

lone in a page

you and i shall

create...we create

a fragment of a fantasy that

others dream and some

direly try to erase

from a truth burning guilt

haunting nightmares

that realities woke

as the last froth melts

in my mouth

my tongue cuddling the last

bitter sweet taste

of flaming desires

the poignant stench

of blue cheese

thrusts against the malt

that had been

distilled and fortified

over the bleak years of surrender

when my morrows

never come

if i were

if i were a tree and u are my leaf

i shall keep my hold to let not you fall

nourish your soul that you may live

and never wither, if i were, i would

if i were the sky and u are my star

i shall keep away the nasty clouds

that shroud your light, sapping your dreams

taking away your life, if i were, i shall

if i were the ocean and u are my shore

i shall caress you every morning with my gentle waves

take away the debris that life had befell

passing you thru without a care, if i were, i will

if i were the night and u are my dreams

i shall hold back the hands of time

to keep away the dawn from coming

that you and i may be together

for yet another stolen minute in the hours of the day

if i were a heart, and you are my love

i shall beat a million times faster

making sure you live, and i too shall

understand and fight for my being

if i were i and you are mine

then words need not be told nor written

for the reason that lies within

shall thrive in mine and yours too

never asking, not once doubting

how, whereto and why...

running away

love never dies...

but it sometimes needs to go

to turn its back

on the futility of hoping

cover its ears from the mockery

of dreams that one wakes up to

and nightmares that reality haunts

it never dies...

it thrives, sometimes

in the dark, at night when

no one listens and nothingness speaks

when truths are unheard

and there remains

only

the belief, when one dies

then love lives, eternal

one dies, love lives

if only...

i wish to love you

as would a sun setting

melting, itself into the ocean

finding the corals in its depth

i wish to love you

as does a cloud that caresses

the mountain crest, touching

tenderly, surrenders, lays its softness

i wish to love you

in dreams, in songs, in rhymes

in poems i am yet to write

my words taking form, having life

i wish to love you

if only

you were mine

broken

a resounding crash, that

scattered pieces, dulled

the red cemented floor

of its glitter

enticing

...blinds

dare not one touch

the tiny specks cut

rough, with jagged edge

leaving scars before the bleed

...of blood that clots, before

the flow

the red floor waiting for

what one sheds from veins

of blue

droplets of rotting brown

or perhaps a shining

black

what broke, or caused

a cost, a curse

one can guess

but never

never

knows

close to you

when u hold a flower

i want to be its petals

that will fleetingly touch your lips

as u smell its fragrance

when u look at a painting

i want to be its colors, its lines

that will form in your mind

image of appreciation to smile about

when you sing a song

i want to be its words

hear u utter

me... softly, lovingly

when you close your eyes

i want to be the darkness that will

keep you company at night

and leave only when daylight comes

when this poem ends

i want to be the dot

that marks,,,read last

and remembered until another poem comes

. i want.

if i wrote you a poem

will there be a space in your wallet
to keep that piece of paper
where my dedication is written?

will you read through, above and between
the lines, to hear what i say and those
that words fail to capture?

will it matter?

i am no poet

will you know ...
if wrote you a poem?

on the road back

foot soles blistered

walks on path, soiled

footsteps making marks

and these marks burnt

glowed fleetingly in darkness

that stayed for time

longed forgot

branching roads gazed

endless

choices made

sweet, bitter, spicy turns

one after

another, until they formed

circles

wishing a road back...

wobbly knees struggle

grip on rails, where there is

falters but not lost

faith holds

a heart scarred and bruised

fate meets

souls

brave the path, walk back

find home

you too shall leave

i know some day you too shall leave

when your eyes are ready to see

the colors of the world, apart

from those i made you see...

when your legs can stride faster

and bigger than what i make of mine

maybe even bigger than when i used to

hold your hand to guide you

in each reluctant step you took

when your reach is farther than i ever had

daring more, wanting all, those that i

failed to dream or missed to have

in fear of losing you, you were the only one

i ever wished to have

when you can brave the deep cold ocean

as i'm left merely gazing on the shore

waiting for the waves to caress my feet

while you, there, make your tides

someday, when you have to leave, i ask

leave me a smile, leave me a kiss

tell me you know, i was there beside you

until you chose to go