Enchantment

Solo Thoughts Without witness, standing alone in the sky of lust I stare hard, juvenile in thoughts, luminous dust And kisses of torment in an abandoned love nest Of orgasmic harangue, stolen in blanched unrest Avalanches cascaded from erotic montages I swear hard, give me the soft light, presages Too arrive with fragrant wisps, and then I choose My dream’s end, a full stop to serendipity in blues Light fills my sky, desire for fresh breathing flesh Amour, nocturnes, strident wants, desperate, The sky turns red on these white hot desert sands Gently, I pick up my gun, gazelle, stoned she stands Perhaps she knows- death needs a little loneliness A few moments to reflect upon love, without witness Queries The soul, inside the kernel, And a kernel inside the soul Torment begins with existence And existence metamorphoses, With these questions Can I ask how many stars are there? Do I know if this Universe discovered me- As a foundling? Or we are both foundlings Discovering Chaos? A million questions later, we know Time has eaten into us, Gently we turn to dust In the lifetime of a blink, Between birth and death And the miracle of Sapience And I wonder Just as you do, By what name Or whatever be the name The soul needs not us… Dark Love Rather late, don’t ask for bitter things, try This dark chocolate, as brown as your eyes Of the wistful kind, in a never time, That mood and more you leave behind! Finger tips that walk on lips, the slow kiss And ah, waltzing alone- anon, just wish Music- black and brown hits and misses, late nights By a river side, eyes that sparkle, silver light, Dark love, in layered folds, words of seduction, Wary sometimes, yet careless, on the run Midnight calls and whispers begin again… Like the time when the moon hides, yes! This rain Mystery woman, whisper through desire Will me on, my chocolate lover, fire… Mantle A halo, a flaming volcano, a red and amber flow Those whispers to the breeze, rhymes of love so slow This is nemesis, a trembling earth, deathward I go When the throbs would tell- yes, this is all, all I know… Would you smile? Would you whimper? Would you For once stand in the limelight of charcoal blazes too? Your face is dark, aliens on this planet of ashen flue We have discovered the mysteries of life, we, two! And so it goes on, Prometheus amid the heavens Strangers in the night, lyres in hand, flaring incense, A message of the winds that returns to the seas, in the cadence Of unsaid subterranean tugs, the feelings of absence… I wear the mask for one last time, an enigmatic mantle So eager to exchange words of desire, a lost preamble… If You Wish If you wish This winter to be less opaque, Take away the mist And look at the blue sky Through cirrus wisps and whispers Of the breeze And yes- I speak of myself Trying to spread wings In flight From Siberia to the oceans Of warmth within you, Closeted somewhere On a beach Or may be, in dark rooms Where new stories unfold Amid caresses Of souls, in tidal waves Why is it that I always ask For a beginning, When every night ends With a forfeit? If you wish then Look at the winter sky, Pristine cirrus And whispering winds Past these windows If you wish, Let me lay my head Upon the heart I seek Within you If you wish, I would sleep Long enough somewhere Amid this opaque haze! If you wish... Day and Night One sees a million women by the day, Moonlight makes me think of just one... The amber of sunsets never fails to remind The darkness ahead has just begun Soon the ghosts would begin their forays Those formless memories, now like fireflies They would flitter amid the sleeping flowers Stealing nectar, changing truth into lies The past would begin to raise its head Beneath the putrid moss, below the stones undead Moist unseeing eyes, staccato cricket sounds And the vixen would seek fox prowlers around Why did I think of the moonlight then? Whispers in silver light, when none ever happened The women have fallen asleep, cloistered, in bed Torrid rains of images, a man once, now fled A million women have walked past, the streets Empty, lights of loneliness, only the indiscreet Promenade, red lights, flashing leather jackets Wolverine peeps, some animal shivers, wet The summer moon of the last quarter of adrenalin A woman trudges home, an erotic breeze of sin The last of the drunken men stirs, she clasps her purse A dog barks, the men know the apparition, their own curse And then the taps of stiletto heels fade away And the moon becomes a mist, a forest of stars The quick brown sly fox jumps over lazy brown leaves Those that barely nod in the wake of a passing car The night is now complete, the million women Are asleep, waiting for tomorrow’s torrent of light The ghosts settle for a game of chess, some simply slip in And become the nightmares, bellowing id, fright A million women, a solemn world, safe in the day And nights when the subconscious becomes the alien From Planet Desire, a vampire mood, moonlit yet astray A million men, hibernating, in exodus, insane… Cannabis Haiku This year will be good If cannabis sets the mood For reaching the sky I love cannabis Miss Mary Juanita is Good, I do promise I began to smoke When I was a baby bloke Heavens! Look at this One puff, and I smiles Two puffs inside me I smiles Three takes me ten miles So Miss Mary says These are just your pleasure days Illegal always! I smoke it enough So life is high a little tough Just like making love