Of guarded memories.

Turning pages of an old diary,
that smelled of a wilted rose;
She read those guarded memories,
logged in the ink of love and woes.

Those eyes and lips together,
sang in chorus, of her fate;
When a silent tear and a longing smile,
surfaced her sombre face.

To a 'Happily Forever' end.

Dreadful of an eventual aggregate,
She apprehends putting it together;
Pieces of all the things,
That fell apart.

From the inability to conform to the contents,
Of the inevitable,
She runs from the light,
Into the dark.

Since each ray of light,
Reveals terrifying vistas of reality,
She tucks herself under the blanket of the dark night,
Cornering herself from all the turbulence,
In a fear of waking from the dream,
That puts together all her hopes,
That assuredly has a
'Happily Forever' end.

L.O.O.S.E

At the cusp of her lash

Lies the tear from the other night

When she downed another glass

And embraced all that was vice

In solitude she sat, cross-legged

Before the mirror, in her bareness

Looked into it and smiled

Looked into it and cried

Held her face in her palms and sighed

Then rolled along the floor and howled

Those freckled walls and the insolent dresser

Remained there unperturbed

The empty couch and the dirty sheets

Stared into her helplessness unstirred

And then you walk in

Closing the door behind

Pulsed with desires you walk towards the bed

She lays there silent with her legs spread

Done with your business

You walk away with no words exchanged

All you leave her with,

Is some white trash

Each day, you burn down

The rims of her only bridge to life

With each glass of whiskey

She has gulped down her pride

Another night passes by

With one of you again

Her numb insides, sore

Her bruised soul lingers

Somewhere in the dark corners

Of her carcass, the little that has remained

And she embraces all your vice

Closing her eyes

Remaining mute in the pain

                                                                                       

          

Once again

I can no longer hide my desires.
Not any more.

I cannot choose between my entirety
and your hypocritical demands
I do not dread being alone
but loneliness does hound

My body cannot carry your scent any longer
and my taste buds have desensitized
While you keep urging me to taste
the dish you served,
the one I denied

In a fight between denial and me denying
I let denial win again
because the only candle in the room
nursed in the darkness of my being
melted away to undo the shadow
cast on the frame of our ties

I have hidden all my desires,
once again.

T.R.I.A.L

When the clouds of grief pull an evil dance

And the dry leaves rustle over the ground

Hang in there, sweet child of mine

You’re being tested of your perseverance

You will look for love in things lifeless

You will scratch your knees as you drag yourself

Chasing everything you ever beheld

With eyes drowned in spirits you will see

Images of everything burnt down to ashes

Those embers rise and vanish into the humdrum

Terminating all that ever prevailed

There is no testimony to them you can attach

You will cry until there is nothing wet left

Shout until your voice box ruptures

You’d be a stone

Panting you will reach a dead dark end

Looking around for something you can withstand

Look above, sweet child of mine

You will see them shine bright

In the darkest of nights

Seeing the one that falls

Make a wish, close your eyes

This is when you let go off all your pains

Hold your face in your palms

Love again.

Damsel in Distress

A stog tucked between the index and the center

She dragged her steps from the floor to the couch

A skimpy, shiny golden embraced the bosom

And black leather chinos, the long legs

Her luscious glossy lips let go of the smoke

As she flicked some ash on the floor

Her black long tresses ended at the round tush

She clicked her heels and left the club

The damsel wore the thickest kohl

Blood-shot eyes and a bottle of fine wine

A woman of class, quarantined

Still walking eye-to-eye

Transgressing each stare

She marched to a loft secluded somewhere

Broke the bottle on the floor

She crashed on her bed

Scribbled something on a paper abandoned

it read, "I don't like being alone,

you all ruined me when we were together
you disappointed me each time I tried"
The pen slipped off her cold, desolate fingers

Reached the ground and made a sound

The only sound in the room

That echoed for a while.

A Carnal Fervour

Tossing and turning

Up and around

Those bodies intertwined

Those lips whimper softly

As they fight for dominance

His tongue then travels a path

From the nape of her neck

Finding its way to the navel

It lingers along the breasts

With eyes those of a tamed lioness

She looks at him as he charges ahead

His burning eager advances

Melts her supposed rebellion

As she lies there with her legs spread.

Her sweet entrance he pampers

When his tongue penetrates inside of her

With her body turning numb she moans

Not feeling her thighs anymore

Wetness and hardness come together again

As those bodies exhaust in a carnal fervor