Pornography

In the reenactment Of the oldest act of them all When the gates at the garden of Eden Brought a smile to Adam’s face As Eve proclaimed the blissful existence of God Is but a stage for thespianism Where actor and actress are immortalized in reel And replayed on a stranger’s eyes As a child’s…

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Mortality

Every accident or blueprint Possesses intrinsic beauty Like a kiss that was nestled between two needful lips Or an extension of a palm to a roadside beggar In every event of design or fortune There rests beneath a mortal imprint Sweat-sculpted, love-sketched, conscience-outreached After all the human experience Is what unifies a few billion hearts…

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Aging In Imperfection

I left you………… Your innocence – that I could have easily pounced on Your nubile lips that taste strange from a distance And your flawless irises that leap towards me Yet I’m a man enfeebled by your absence Lingering like a lonely cactus in a dessert Soaked of the succulence of love Hoping that the…

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Still In Love

I keep on finding your soul  Hidden deep beneath my rib cage Somewhere over my thoracic vertebrae In between two crouched shoulder blades Covered in muscle and nerve Where you still exist  As a malignant heartbeat

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Strange Foreign Beauty

Strange you are Like the Samaritan woman Your kindness that pacified my tender womb Fluttering with colorful butterflies And gravitated my wretched heart You, the strange foreign beauty Who ushered in an undying patience Holding my fingers like a cradle in your palms Until I slithered away, in panic and awe Where coyness and fear…

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The Beggar Boy

I gazed at the poor beggar boy As the tinder of my conscience Blazed in to ash As I found myself burnt  By the oxygen of my imprint And the phosphorus of empathy As I blazed in to a moment That will forever stand by me Through hollow tunnels of time As I left him…

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Treatise on Lust

Like a henchman I subscribed to my ideology A rose that blushes gluttoned on anthocyanins Lust filled me – only to drain me The master in need of a fix Beautiful wings of fluttering butterflies That settle on my crowning rosette A victim of salvation; of echoes of earth-shattering freedom Holding on to the vigor…

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Sleeping with a Bipolar Woman

I wait……… For the moon to rise every twilight Your selenic eyes that cry out for me And your body that searches for me And your soul that cradles me As I linger on as a perennial moon gazer, in my night vigils Unstitching every thread of you Making love to every inch of you…

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