A Recollection!

Heart races,

mind is swallowed in a spiral of delight,

as she

calls her lover's name…

Passion boils to an upsurge

when the desire is confessed.

Fingertips engaged in a seductive dance...

Lips savoring...

Breath, gasping…

A thousand delicious tingles,

one more intense than its precursor.

Bodies merging,

skin on skin.

Chests heaving,

Forms wrapped,

souls emerging!

Delightful sounds

confessing innate pleasure.

Intensity beyond description,

testament to the depth of desire.

Lovers embracing fervently

in fear of separation!

A moment savored,

the next anticipated...

Moment after moment,

togetherness reaches a new height.

Bodies dance,

souls soar …

A storm brews within

they can hear it roar.

The brush kisses the canvas with a gentle touch

She, the vessel…

Colors emerging,

brilliant and bright.

Hands clench in anticipation,

bodies collapse,

soul runs through soul,

as two

become one!

The past, erased;

meaningless, is what to come.

Here and now,

they are,

together

in a moment

that lasts a lifetime!

NOW...

Do you know who I am?

When your eyes ferret me out through the howling throng

What do you see?

Whom do you see?

Do you know who I am?

When I return your gaze with a smile

What do you see?

Whom do you see?

Do you know who I am?

You read my written words…

You trace my brush stokes on the finished canvas…
My footprints on the encrusted road

Yet you haven’t walked my path

Do you know who I am?

What you see, just a glimpse

What you witness, a fleeting moment

Only a two-bit puzzle can be solved

When you have but two bits

Do you know who I am?

Answer me not in haste

Abandon all conventions engrained

Shed the fitting cloak of judgment

And only then, speak your heart

Do you know who I am?

Nothing to declare!

Moment of truth

Emotions run high

Self-conscious perhaps

A single sigh, my tearless cry

In this passage, I walk alone

Knowing now what I should have known

All along and through it all

There is no climb without a fall

Engaged in a journey I did not plan

The passing scenery, I probingly scan

Parallel tracks that never end...

This wound too, time will mend

Shoulders saddled

One too often frets

Burdens I carry

Coffers of secrets

Somewhere between distant and looming

Is yet another judgment at hand

Time to be bold

For tall I must stand

No room for regrets

No time for despair

This gate too, I shall pass

Nothing to declare

Nothing to declare…!

Zin

I, an intoxicated believer,

recall that seductive bottle of zin.

Rich in color, taste of spice;

sleeping underneath it all, hints of hedonistic sin!

A dark liquid portrait of a poet;

a potent combination, hard edges and soft touch.

Sending me into a trance;
beyond a dream, I can’t recall much.

It's deep complexity, tingles the senses;

utter bliss.

Sweet, warm, and rousing,
reminiscent of my very first kiss.

Bittersweet

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The sad song plays, endlessly, on repeat

Like belligerent vine, the lyrics wrap around my head

Each word a thorn, on this crown of defeat

Unhurriedly, the wall of silence is crumbling inside

Echoes I hear, in every darkened corner of my mind

Voices I hear, filled with nothing but lie and deceit

Drowning in sorrow, searching thought the past

I hold back the tears; for no man cries

Burdened with self-reproach, my desperate heart, I so poorly treat

Lost in this song of ghosts past

I am nothing; yet am all that there is!

Solitude, ever constant, ever present, bittersweet!

Vintage Wine

With a lover’s touch, I hold the slender bottle in my grip

The silky ale, teasing my senses, seducing me, sip after sip

The sweet vintage wine flows through every vein

Washing away the scum of this nagging pain

Though the effect, impermanent, short lived and brief

I relish every second, free of the weight of this grief

Impermanence and frailty, give way to immortality

As one after another, dissipate these layers of reality

Drunken and intoxicated, adrift, I float away

Amid the conscious and the subconscious I sway

The light shines through, waning and decay no more

Weightless and buoyant, a feather, briskly I soar

With a lover’s touch, I hold the slender bottle in my grip

I, a traveler, the sweet wine, my only companion on this trip!