Goosebumps…

Reading unvoiced tremor of nervousness, as Braille under caressing fingertips, he recited in stilted sighs a sonnet of desire scribed on her skin in moonlit silence drunk on love's chardonnay.

Sensual Whispers

caved pillows imprinted in twin heads, wrinkles furrowed on satin sheets of silent morn, lingering whispers of sweet-nothings murmured in night's ear, remnants of molten, vanilla candles, their dead wicks winking in early refulgence~ murmur stardust-secrets, Echo of blending breaths entangled and fragrant with passion, caresses exotic like molten, dark chocolate, trickling down butterscotch, emblazoned …

Straits of Slumber

Lying with troubles cradled on softness of cuddly pillows, eyelids droop as sleep lulls thought and action alike, cajoling them into dormant slumber, while in the straits of somnolence psychedelic dreams concoct fairy tales. Unfulfilled desires, unrequited cravings, conspire with unrestrained imagination to spin fragments of silken fantasy, which come together in vibrant patterns on …

Yearning for Sepia Yesteryears…

I yearn to return and traipse along those straits sepia and serpentine strewn in chiaroscuros spun on boughs of flamboyant mesua, riddled in raindrops blasphemed by muddy puddles and echoing in muted whispers of scarlet palash petals peppering silent mornings, where rainbow fantasies of youth sequined my nights and childhood slowly altered to blossom into …

A Fragrant Memory of Love

she lingers in my mind as a nascent memory, a gossamer dream spun of redolent sighs, a faint reminiscence which lurks in memory's catacombs, draped in opaque mist of confounding amnesia. I remember not her features, her face, nor her silken mane or her alabaster contours, but just some scents which whisper in surreal syllables …

Loving You Beyond Forever

you are the one I love, the scarlet sigh of aurora, which is scribed in syllables of vermilion over crepe of azure skies, moonlight wine that fills refulgence in cauldrons of gossamer dreams. I can feel your hands caress me like fingers of honeydew winter noon, etching blushes of nascent desire on my alabaster contours, and …

Loving You As A Dream…

you are like song of silver syllables, echoing from jubilant lips of a cascade, reverberating within my heartbeats inside layers of my soul. a wisp of fall carried in invisible palms of breeze, your thoughts I carry within my contemplation, always remembering you at the whimsical turn of every nascent moment. the taste of your …

We Are Lovers…

within rugged touch of your calloused palms I flow as serenade of rippling desires, restrained from overflowing by caressing embrace, that gilds my life in sunshine sighs, the molten honey of your gaze is my mirror reflecting reverberations of my dreams, within the embracing warmth of your arms I flower as dulcet evensongs from lips …

Crown Cinquain of Love…

your lipstaste of nectar,your voice a manna dream,spun on loom of sweet desirealways.you flowwithin me as  fluid fire and feellike a rippling cascade inmy arms.you aresong of my soul,echoing inside mewithin the depths of my beingsoftly.glowwormof my darkness,soft tempest of my soul,diamond of my heart forever and ever.to you I am braided,in thought, spirit and soul,forever you …

You are No Longer Here…

vines of roses and wisteria, citrus blossoms and sweet-sighed frangipani, boughs laden in bouganvillia, bottle brushes and hibiscuses in red, variegated dahlias and conventional sunflowers with many an anonymous flower~ bloom today in April on this fragrant spring morning-- each with an echoing sussurus of your inherent beauty. they bloom as lovely as ever the …