osculation

a note from our sojourn

over those long’n’winding broken lines

we trailed for our freedom.

the freedom- we rarely touch

in the murals of this glass-house of ours.

 

 

the thread-like stretch of distance

were cut by a black stead for us.

dusk turns to arching shadows

in this fading marital month.

 

 

uncertainty is always certain

whenever we claim this dream

this dream known only as a whim

to those outside our streams.

 

 

below the ring is a calloused foam

a form unknown to yearning---

the yearning to breathe as one again

and gain a singular soul to dream.

 

 

often my mind beckons  for a space

a place where we, could raise our faces--

where naivety and nudeness are not sins

but such expression of our true selves.

 

 

then for a split century of miles

our soles walked on those fleshy sand

our frames were weak but still in tact

and our temples are warm with love.

 

 

We’re deaf for the sea breeze

We’re one with the warmth of silence

We’re shouting with exuding bliss

We’re coiled in Eros’ red arrows.

 

 

We’re breathing with a common song

We’re melting with the lashes of our eyes

We’re now archers--- adamant---and audacious.

We’re luminescent with those half-sighs’n’smiles

 

 

this self  was too much quenched and coated-

as I kiss the bareness of thy affectionate lips

as I kiss the slender moisture of thy sleeves.

three longing words resonate in our slumbers;

and I know for certain I had found my soul’s coveted wholeness.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Intellectually stimulating and creative write; great use of metaphorical word play throughout! I enjoyed reading this – top marks my friend.

[seath]

thank you... pal,
just pouring my emotion here in these verses
,,, denotations on this precious experience are forbidden in my sphere... so i let it flow here