Know!

Know!

Try as hard as you can my love.

Deny as much as you want to,

But know this for an infinite truth,

That when you look in the mirror,

You see yourself wrapped in me.

When you close your eyes to sleep,

You wish to dream,

 Of showering your love on me,
Of wanting to break free,
From all the norms and taboos,

And wanting not to awake,

From the sweet pain of slumber.

Know that when you awake, 

You want to see my face and smile.

For you know I am a keeper.

With all the differences two can have,

You know I will always be,

There by your side,

When you grow old and weary.

When your bones have given way,

And when talking about our past,

Will not hurt so much,

For we will be holding our hands tightly,

Knowing only death can do us part!

Lie With Me

Lie With Me

Consummation do I not wish for,

Tis a hindrance in the way.
A hurdle to explore your soul,
To stop me from roaming its crevasses.

Lie with me so I can feel your heartbeat,

Feel it take me into the depths of the universe,

Where we travel through the stars,
Riding on a carpet weaved from the threads of our love.

Lie with me and breathe your spirit into me,
Fill my pit, heal my decayings with your love,

Let my pores emanate your perfume.
Let me rest my head in the curve of your back,
While you read  my words, my pieces.
Let me feel the mounds and hills of your soft flesh,
Their touch making my soul find hush.

Lie with me, let me rest my ears on your bosom,

To hear how your breaths form my name in ecstasy.

Let me run my fingers through your hair,

Their touch making your thoughts think only of me.

Lie with me, permit me to adorn your feet with my kisses,
To make them run to me when they are lost.

Let my lips be resonant of my passion, my resolve.

Lie with me and speak to me of your longings,

Let your words, the sweetest nectar,

Heal the scars of our lives passed.

Lie with me, my sweet love,
For years long have I waited for you.
Lie with me for I wish to explore your soul.

She!

A vagabond was I, ravaged on these streets I lay,

Bitten and swollen was I with their venom,

The beating of my heart became distant.

Pushed, scorned, beaten, a laughing stock had I become.

They made ready for me, a deep well, my grave.

And through their derisive, irreverent chants,

I heard the sweetest voice, my Nightingale.

Her gaze made me want my heart to beat again,

Her smile mended the crevasses of my soul,

Her laugh strengthened my brittle bones,

Her touch, the flow of her veins,

Restored my decaying flesh.

I asked her what her name is,

She replied, “I am your light, your redemption.”

You O

You O

You O sun, drawn by Helios' quadriga,

An inferno, a sea of flames,

You cannot compare to my Sun,

She shines the brightest, 

She rejuvenated my lifeless being.

And others bask in her glory!

You O moon, are long passé,

My Moon is the fairest.

A silver light she transcends,

She calms the tempest of my seas,

And guides my lost ships home to her.

You O stars have lost your glimmer,

Her eyes in scintillation I see,

And now my wishes I wish upon them.

You O wind, I have replaced,

My Wind is sweet and gentle,

She runs her breeze through my hair,

And breathes her life in me.