Gustav Klimt, The Kiss,

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Like doves that fly by in pairs,
Let those that see us praise.
Lovers that brag of knowing love hush now, silence.
Not does the baker parade with bread,
Nor the tinker with his pots.
Love is best enjoyed in silence,
When wolves howl not,
Witches and wizards when they slumber.
Like imaginary dreams of riding wild stallions.
Love is like Gustav’s the kiss
Let it walk your imagination
Step by step,
And savor its scent in grave quietness.
Like a kiss love is enjoyed with one’s eyes closed,
Loosely shut like a maiden smelling a daffodil.
Slow, slower like an oiled flowing stream of Arabia.
Dance not in our praise,
Nor carnival like in Rio.
Let’s like a candle in pitch darkness burn in silence,
Care not of the wind,
Eyes far in darkness will sing
And their shades around us dance.

And for us praises they will scream.

The Births

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From when the sun sets,
Twilight in her golden dress departs.
Birds set for nests
Waving farewells to a day that melts
Into a time of slumber,
Pillow talks marshmallow soft
Salted laughs shared in exchange.
Touches and caresses as tender as a serpent’s deceit,
Bodies be one,
That time when clouds in darkness hide,
Camouflaged by night’s tuxedo.
Thoughts separate like fingers,
Fingers that explore under nylon sheets,
Tickling nipples like blind hatchlings
Till in months after,
Babies rain.

When am i going to see you again

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We were strangers,
Whose sights seemed related.
That day by the mill
I remembered your scars,
Like I pictured my birth
Yet with inaccurate thought.
I heard my mind race,
As your breath’s warmth
Reached for my eye as you blew.
It touched my adrenaline’s youth,
I stood glued to imaginary sanity,
So why do horses run in my thoughts,
And why now does looking back become a nightmare.
Was i lost or was I in a dream,
In dreams people fly,
Like paper kites only to fall in a storm.
In dreams people are rich,
Only to rise to a stink of the old screaming bed.
But I saw you,
I felt your lips,
And your tongue’s tip
As they sealed like a concrete.
And sight of you became a harmonica,
That once blasted in prison,
That month I there grazed
I see you as much as I hear it.
Measure for pleasure and toil,
All is and always will be at par.
When am I going to see you again?

Dear Manchester

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Your beauty dear city does to my sight appeal,

Your masonry structures an architectural wonder.

Darling winds do make your days humid,

Your wintry days fairy tale white

Yet still your beauty through it all like daffodils bloom.

Your people with wit speak, accent strong

Like from Shakespeare they all were born.

Yonder i heard terror there struck dear city,

Fear not neither  the confused hate of Islamic lads

Nor the impotent roar of an ailing lion of  terror, if it is.

Strong you are sacred city of the Queen,

Your people in viking blood done swam.

Forever bloom and sing with the sun,

For those that departed

Are with their Gods.

 

Elegy

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The heartbeat of my footsteps

As yonder away from you i depart.

The wail of your grieving heart

A burden to my unsure legs that shiver,

And yet carry me on yonder more.

The flame of passion long departed you i saw,

And from your smile love for me slowly faded.

 

Your cuddle became cold

Your promises archaic , old

All the sweet whispers you once told

Truth, or is it? no longer can my heart hold.

Thus i whisper a fondless adieu.

 

We have been lovers true

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Dear lover that loves true,

The sacred source that feeds passion’s fiery glow.

Your love does happiness feeds,

Sustenance in abundance that like air to a lung suffice.

Here i take your hand in virgin trust,

To love and forever belong to, (words dipped in wild honey)

Like day does to daytime and night to nighttime.

We have been lovers true,

We kissed ,carressed , cuddled too

We quarreled , kissed again and made up

We danced to the rising Wintry sun’s ray, its touch gentle

And marveled to day’s dusky dying face.

Cuddling in love’s assurances

I pray leave me not alone.

 

Golden Eagle

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Soaring golden eagle that here by so high soars,

Swoop by my battlements i pray

And with my solitude fly away far.

Unforgiving talons you are gifted with,

The span of your wings a tedious wonder.

Come by and with my solitude and worries away soar,

Over the sacred hills of ancient Bash-an and towers of Babel

Till in the bosoms of lands far you hide them,

There where neither men nor beast roams.

 

 

My Love,

I found a lover i pray come and see,

She walks slow in careful treads like a pink flamingo

Flowing as if she floats over ground.

Time stops , and  the earth’s orbit too.

The eerie cry of  alley cats halts,

Snow falls not and the sun rests.

I found  a lover,

I pray look at her glow as if from a fire she was born.

 

 

 

 

Jocund lads and jolly girls.

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It has been a great life,

The sun did shine true.

It has been a great life ,

We met faces and fell in love.

By on by birds flew and sang to passing seasons,

It rained and at times rained not.

Yet still we lived and loved,

Through sorrow , pain and grief.

It has been a great life,

We fought , we kissed ,we made up…..

The worrying scares of local news, the terrorism, the lies

The feasts with jocund lads and jolly girls,

The riots, the love making, the fun.

The sex, the sex , the sex……..

It has been a great life,

Lets ask the gods,

So we do it again.

Me moments

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I sat in silence like a lone garnet stone,

Among pebbles cold gazing at the moon’s light

That salsa  with fluffy cirrus clouds

Slow  to the night’s winds that sing

And earth is in rays of light adorned.

I traded reasoning for imagination,

And with wonder my thoughts flew far.

 

Wedding vows

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Now that we like lovers of Verona wedded and done

Stretch forth dear maiden,

And here gently caress my navel.

Slowly  bite my lips,

and coil your legs around my waist like a serpent.

Feed me love, immerse me in toxic infatuation,

go on till in a passionful trance i am ecstatic.

Feed me love, and the poison of your nipples,

Etherize me in a rare ether till i dream not or worry,

Feed me fruits of love,

and its labors.

Drown me in love i beg,….

Let me cup your ripe breasts at will,

And fondle you like an Arabic prince.

In this day and all tomorrows i do belong to you dear maiden,

Like a prophet that utters a prophetic fate.

Let me slumber in your arms,

And let loose my passion till we breath heavy and hard..

 

now that we have wedded,

please let me.

Then there was sin.

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Men tameth wild beasts to draw ploughs,

Tealing virgin land

and the land bore sweet cottage apples and vines.

He tameth wildlife and out of it made pets,

That cuddle and roam our soft spots.

Rivers and sees by men’s hand  were tamed ,

and there volts were born.

Men tameth the wind, water, fire and ice,..

And yet he tameth not sin.

The sharp cry of a war-torn orphan of Rwanda,

The lament of a raped girl of Nigeria,

The groan of a starving infant of somalia ,

The shout of an abused woman of Sarajevo,

 

The ignorance,

The end.