The sky lay

Tinged with

Poetic hues …

White mystics

Were floating

In a caress of music…

Lovers were

Twined in the music

Of lips …


Floated as a poem…


Were copulating

In epiphanies of

A bard….

Time lay on a pink

Mirror cascading

A psychedelic halo…



Song of Songs

I watch the leaves
rustle in the wind ….
Oh how they
bring fond memories
of you ….
I am there with
you when the sky
is hued in pink
orange and golden
and whisper
many tidings of
love in your sweet
ears …..
I play the guitar
while you sing
a song of love…..
I want to caress
streams of poetry .,….
I want to kiss you
as a soft floating swan….
I want embrace you
with poetic passion …..
I want to feel your
body’s sweet breath….
I want taste
the saliva
on your tongue ….
I want to rub
my hands on your
body and feel it
as a tender ornament….
I want to feel the softness
of your tender breasts ….
Want to touch your
taut nipples
and suckle them
with the eloquence
of a poet ….,
I want sink in
your valley be between
you and I want to you to feel
the rich monument of my tongue ….
Yes, I want to hear you sigh in
amorous passion


Song of Love

Your romance
sweet charms
have beckoned me
as tides of a sweet ocean…
In it, I am grazing fondly
echoing to its melodies
with a poetic harp …..
I am in love with you,
soft as a flute player….
Grace on to my charms
you lovely stag ….
You nymph of the ocean,
you owe rendition to
love’s sweet ode ….
I fondly cherish the
mornings when
I can wake up in
your arms and
kiss you like flowing
water ….
Darling, I also
long for love’s
erotic bliss
with its petals
unfurled with
poetic hues ……
Melt to me
my sweet lover
I am yours



Robes of God
Now scattering
Orange and purple hues…
Light fondly playing
Shadows on the wall….
Trees are littered
With the effulgence
Of an aura….
Time is floating
On wings splaying
A nostalgic opera ….
Dusk, my dreams
Are floating feathers…



Wind now
Whispering a
Melancholic elegy…
The floods have risen
And swollen carcasses
Float with serene grime…
Dreams resurrect hopes….
Memories float
On surreal canopies…
Time sinks beneath
A dead opera….
Bees are eyes
Devouring flowers ….
Being, are you
Afraid to die?
Life, offer me
A festive Epicurus….
The abyss of depth,
Is still shallow in
Float a dream,
Let it grace
Fortune’s pastures ….