Bubble

At my touch, it exploded!

Fragile or fierce?

Happily never after,

Dissent or assent?

Cuz at your touch,

I exploded!

The Love Smoke ~

 Silky Fire ooze softly from deepest outlets,

 Warmly ignite every mysterious breath – secretly,

 Sprinkles and whispers,

 Of ceaseless imaginings – so innocent,

 Untouched and unspoken,

 To fly with wings of the cotton flames,

 Light and float,

 On still nostalgic surfaces,

 Burning over the carpet fields of time,

 Emitting crystal smokes of love – Divine!

 Through the translucency, I see…

 The tender membranes tear and bleed,

 Stretched beyond life and reason,

 As the virgin wind pierce barriers of “Reality”,

 The flames of desire flow eternally,

 Into the deepest inlets - hidden!

Crucify Me With Chopped Breasts ...

Crucify me with chopped breasts,

Peel off my youthful feminine skins,

Hang me to death; hang me to the trees of fertility,

For Am cursed with femininity –

Thousand jezebels stand in wait - Masturbating,

On the Day of Judgment,

With pots of stored blood and tears on their heads,

To break it on the messiah’s pure feet –

Castrate the early virgins soon, before they mature,

For no daughter can reproduce in pain and lust,

The mutilated widows are hidden,

Under the dark blankets, in the masculine darkness –

Blessed is the city that’s ruled by bisexual bastards,

The emasculated paradise on earth,

Infinite screams of women- ness buried,

Beneath the soils of “human” sex –

Irk

 

You write,
The lovely dreams,
On my spread heart,
You write beautifully,
The secret stories,
I feel it while you write,
I open my eyes to see,
But, you rub it away,
Even before I read!
I search insanely,
For the lost letters,
Frustrated and irksome,
Grow sharp claws of pain,
To tear and pierce,
Blood all over the place,
Split open my precipitated mind,
I gaze into it,
Find blank pages,
Fluttering calmly,
In silence and death!

You weave,
The garment of love,
Your body with mine,
Closely and genially,
I feel the warmth,
I wish to cover myself,
With that eternal robe,
But, you untie the threads,
Tear it anxiously,
Even before I wear,
Leaving me naked,
Cold,
Desperate,
I find the pieces torn,
Of rejected clothes,
Lying scattered on the floor!
My heart fails to beat,
My mind lost in nothingness,
Numb and in love,
I remember you…

Pause...

I pause,
The night seem like a dark wave,
Silence floats on the surface, but roaring beneath,
With conceived secret truths!
I feel composed,
Revolving around the inceptions,
I am the pregnant planet -The spherical womb,
Rolling like a ball into the space!
Colliding with emptiness, I broke,
The pieces fell on the floor,
Like the agonizing menstrual drops!
I shed,
Desires and tears – the inmost spheres,
In which I spin around narcotized,
I feel the subconscious ellipses,
Seductive like the curves of my hidden breast!
I perceive,
The circular time – fixed in my eyeballs,
To stare alluringly at “urge”,
Like the lustful look of a thirsty harlot,
It’s piercing and painful,
So I paused,
“Time” is a vamp!