Desire...

through the fissures I guide
the humble breaths in
in inside of me
to the dry most core
of my parched self
sucking in some fresh death
laden with the moist tears
and strands of a few succulent dreams
flesh white with life
eyes oozing blood
till death holds on
I shall not give up.

SILENCES

They slowly creep into my home,
Settling behind the shadows high,
In the forsaken corners,
And solitary spaces,
Sighing sundered,
Scarred.
Stoic.

FACES

The frozen fire held,
In the cold gaze,
Tries to pierce through, and;
Look beyond the face,
Look beneath the face,
Look between the face,
Look against the face,
Look through the face,
Look at the face,
And tear it in the end,
To look at me, instead of the face.
To find, yet another face.

Joy 2

Sight of food for the famished body,
The relaxing hollows of the cheeks,
The dilation of the eye lids,
The slight smiling upper lip,
The accentuated desire inside,
The reaching out…

JOY 1

A blooming bud, the petals unfurling;
The awakening rays shimmering,
On the delicate dew drops;
The soft chirruping, the lazy flutter,
The blue streaked with a blush,
Smiling shyly…