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Once upon a time,
It sang about a Superb queen,Who had no king, great or mean!Years passed like monthsAndmonths like weeks,She had her fire fade,The last desire to wed.Often she felt like a Goddess,Sent here on Earth as Empress,Born to enjoy and frame the rules,For all except her were but fools.All She had was but the Throne,Although powerful, She…
As my poems whisper to me,
In the way one reveals a secret-to the childhood friend, they speakmore of my silences than my noises withinand the chaos around.Like a shy lily under the heavy night rain,Like a gust of humid air carrying the painof molestation over a timid girl’s teen skin,Words of silence condenseInto unhappy drops of tear whenThe flesh of…
Love means
The watering lips,The flickering eyelids,The fingering looks,The embracing hearts abreast-In the morning dew,In the tiring youth,In the frightening heart,A vibration anew, afresh,A rainbow in the afternoonWhen sex is seldom seen! !
Love is not a raw emotion,
It is an eternal streamof truth divine, taking a form.The stories of conjugation,and those of the Couples-who descended down this Earthlike short lived bubbles.Love is not the stories thatwarm the vessels of desirefilled with crystals of lustand fluids of dark urged flair.Love is a rhyme sung by a heartin the lyrics of the eternal soulunder…
Space and time go along
Veins of moon quench thirst.
In those poems,
The balls of fireIn the hands of the innocent insectsInfested with dark desires-Who never have dreamt,Nor have flied highOff their birth placeSince they riveted to theirWinged dreamsIn the hour before the dawnUnder a Sun on a chariotDrawn with the single most horseWidowed on the day of wedding.