Tuesday, May 14, 2013


Every morning as you wake up
And hold me to your lips like
The first glass of awakening
Water --- I become your need.

You cuddle up with the pillow
One last time and in your thoughts
You look at me 
Like a deer looking at its fawn.
I become a tender drop of dew.

You smile and hold my face
In your palms, cupped into a chalice.
I melt like sunshine and
Become a golden winged dream.

You kiss my eyelids
I feel like the luckiest starlet
Fallen through miles of silent skies
Only reborn to be your love.

When you rest your cheek 
Against my velvety skin
And touch my dimple with those lips
I feel like a wisp of cloud.

I want to spread my wings
Among the bluest of the royal skies
And take you with me
Among the petals honeyed with care.

I want you to hold my hand
As I take us away on green extremes
Afloat across life
Like evening flowers in a rippling stream.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013


You switch off the lights
And lie on your bed
While weaving a lonely thread. 
I come quiet, slow and silently
Flow on the streams of your mead.

I sit on the darkness the night
Promises, like a closed rose-bud.
As shy to the lips of a lover, yet
Yearning to touch the moist dew
On your skin and yet, tenderly nimble.

My fingers touch the grass on your bosom
And blossom out like morning flowers.
I rain down on your face like a shower
Of bokul -- fragrant and nostalgic of 
School summers and choked lectures.
The rain in your eyes shine through my
Forgotten face and reshapes my core of light.
I frame myself as images in dreams
And birds in homeward flight.

I fold my hair in ripples of night
That weaves through your sleep 
And rest. I smile a flicker of golden 
Flame that shines across your crest.
I find my nook and return to the nest
You built inside your breast.