Last Days

It would take me several days to write
A tangible account of my deadened life.

But it would be too late by then
Some days would bring a change of heart.

Is it provocative to write about death
More than to write about life?

What do you gain by reading this
In the anonymity of your room?

Are you closer to me now or
Do you now know nothing?

I will tell you a secret, regrettably so
Our lives are a mess.

End them in the arms of the one you love.

Hill

Do not ask me for the past
I am Theseus' ship
Rebuild and replaced everyday
Cells with their own private battles
Lilacs bursting with red drops.

Old Stories

I'm unnecessary now
Old greying temples
Wrinkles here sores there
Lips you loved
Nails you dug
Gone now with time
Pages yellowed
Nicotine swallowed.

Un-aware

Let me love haltingly painfully
Like surgical instruments caught
Unaware by flowing blood.

Armpits

Let our love not be mediocre
Like our lives lived boringly
In caged rooms stifling sunlight
Sniffing licking armpits damped
Discolored by too much fairness
In life and love.

Moonlie

It is not the charcoal of your eyes,
The spin of electrons is enough.
It is not Earth and your love I crave
The place between Moon and lies
Is enough.

Quick

Let my tongue be intimate
With the idea of your body
Before time runs out
For us to know each other.

Pinned

As I come closer to you
In sporadic short bursts
I think of penetrating you
With a pin in your ear.
Just below the helix
Where I first kissed you
An abandoned ear lobe
Found its lover parched
For more.
The curve of that night
Resembled your ear
And my tongue gnawing
For flesh and bone.

Musings of a Psuedo Intellectual who Professes to be Romantic

A halter comes off easily
A tube takes a while
If you wear pink brassiere
I will walk for miles.

Acid Pops

You smell of acid found in mangoes
Left too long in a slightly warm basin
Sides which are still streaked with
Blood that slipped prancingly from
Swollen lips that gave in too soon
To my testosterone charred habits.

Your acid is elsewhere too, hidden
Beneath that flowing long skirt you
Fashion only to protect your chastity
Long gone, if I remember correctly
Behind closed doors and closed hearts.

Froth lime and brine, enshrine and rhyme
Sit in a corner and dream about crimes
Spin of atoms, spin of lies
In recesses of our blackened hearts
We see what we are, you and I.

Smell of acid, smell of pain, of half baked
Cakes. Close those legs of yours, close
Them to preserve the smell of rain.