a flower grows

a flower grows
    it stretches tall in the morning sun,
Shining bright and clean from the dew drops
    that have settled on its petals.
The sun beats down and people slow down,
    and traffic gets bad, but in the still
Quiet of my backyard...

a flower grows.
    It grows and grows and grows,
quietly and so very slowly it grows.  Never
    stopping for nightfall or rain
as people do.  It tries not to outdo a flower gone
    by, a flower bigger or rounder than it,
but just to be one-of-a-kind, a unique flower.
    And oh, how lovely is this flower I see,
and how I envy such beauty growing in my
    backyard under the trees!

Your Eyes

    can see your eyes,
green, orange, black and white.
    crystal china moving around.
soft marbles circling the sun,
    shining deep into my head.
bright rays of love filling the room
    making it glow.
turning around i feel them touch my hair
    and massage my neck.
look and eyes go through mine.
    my mind becomes exposed
like an orange from it's skin.
    from your eyes
                      peering through mine.

Writing

  fevered desires
    wishing exposure
bequile me
          hindering
  less baroque determinations.
  they persistently belabor me
          for unattentiveness
    screaming for release
            to be shared
with other souls.
    inexhaustible supplies of
            longing
  finally crush all else
    and triumphantly
         dictate to my willing brain
  the need to arise
    from the very depths of my soul
  and be written and saved
          for an eternity.

Filling the Void

There once was a void
  here in my heart
that was hidden
  behind the tears
    and agonies
mistaken for passion and longing
    of another enlightened.

Being forsaken by
  other soulds
with aspirations
  and determinations
  but lacking visions
    of rainbows
  or fantasies of romanticism
and empty
  of tenderness
    and pain,
my troubled mind
  was drawn to you.

Embodied in our first touch
    lay an enrichment
  to my existence
    that flickered
  warm and soft
    melting the fears
  that hid the vacuum.

Now, there dwells
  within my breast
the breath of two
  embraced,
    in flight,
      like the breeze
    unseen
rising to the clouds
     seeking an eternity
to share.

My Nauni

come closer the old woman whispered.
i'd like to see you better.
she is old and grey with wrinkles, full of dust and old
                                       worn out dreams.
prunish fingers that were once young and beautiful
reach out for my arm and i can't help but wonder
how the years have taken their course.
what age has made this once beautifully graceful being with
the withered narrow mind and half shut eyes
of many a vision.
old remedies for the sick, wash basins, a dozen children,
i could almost find it on her tired, slumping body
written in scars and worry wrinkles.
what was long ago a live, jumping, constantly moving
feminine body of youth herself,
now had died down to a very slow woman of age and wisdom.
but what fascinated me so was that
with all the age she could almost fall beneath,
there was still a great amount of beauty in her soft skin
and wonderfully gentle voice of song.
a woman almost too great to humble yourself to.
still, i felt i must bow to her
and her great fortune of time.

Making Love

     being ravenous
and ready to feed
     the never ending longing
inside my body
     i tenderly gesture
     and playfully rankle
                          my lover.
as he returns the passion,
     the need of my spirit
            and want of my skin
                rise
     to infinite heights of rapture
           until
              Triumphantly
                    i am fed rhapsodies of love.

Descriptions of Andrew

black and white
 shades of grey
  restlessness clouding an eternally lingering longing
   safety of a warm heart
   security of an unconditional love
          gentle support
          tender determinations
   glowing rainbow of passions
grievous flicker of agonizing tragedy
   revealing itself in the devil darkness of night
   fantasy enriching every breath of our
            ravenous, relentless togetherness
  tears
  aspirations, frustrations
an inquiring soul seeking a peaceful existence
                                entwined with mine.

Just For Now

i'd like to keep you for awhile
     maybe not forever...
  but not just for today.
i love you but i won't ask you to
                                    always stay.
  if you must leave me today
     there is no wrong and i'll understand...

                tomorrow.

The essence of living

ignorance and innocence can both be
  either a curse or bliss,
depending on one's outlook on
human existence; whether
one perceives this as the quest of
life or the quest for life, and
  what (to one)
is the essence of living.

Tell me

Tell me everything
      you know
I know nothing
I know everything

I know you  .  .  but...
    I don't know you.

Waiting

There i lay waiting,
under the blankets of security.
enveloped in blackness...
legs outstretched.
one hand over my head
that is turned away
from the door.

gazing out the window
into the night
beyond the spanish moss,
eating a banana.