These alphabet murmurs boiling in my heart
Are spilling out from the cupboard of my soul
Simmered to a tasty sentence with a broth of romance

Every letter sliding up my throat with its aroma

Cradle and lull me to sleep,

Hush me with the faintest of your breaths.

And tickle me with each strand of your hair.

Yes! Hold and comfort me-

Like you would an infant.

I sit and wonder,
How I want to be remembered,
When I pass away?
What would my headstone say?

Perhaps,
It will be simple, like,
"..............................

It’s true my dear!
That if you leave me for a moment,
That moment my heart may wander.
It may be lost.
It may be oblivious.

For that moment-
It may be like a tree bark,

I don’t see feathers growing upon my skin.
I don’t feel the blow of the wind surging me forward.
I am not able to fly, as all can see.
No beak. No wings.
But, right about now,

I swear this headache kills me
And, my face seems to mount
I fear this might consume me
One sip, two, three, lose count

I hate to pour another dose
Then puke it from down south

Forevermore,

I shall keep in my heart,

Much like a pillow's comfort,

I hold close and dearly,

All the memories of my childhood with you.

My first touch of your skin,

She begs us to be free-
I can tell by the way her skirt falls from her curvy hips.
How she puckers those lips, right before she taints them some more.

Just because,
You kiss me everytime
I am sour and down,
And you lift my heart up,
When loneliness hums a sound.

Just because,
You say how handsome I am
With how I wear my tie,

I feel a hundred arms entangling my neck,
Grabbing… Pulling my skin…
Keeping me from flying away…

Like shackles…
They bind me to their ground
And not my own.

The touch that strikes a rose’s bud
To bloom in glorious red
Is from the hand which feeds my mouth
When life seems bleak and dead

The breath, so stern yet delicate
Beneath some risen wings

Don’t you dare forget
To say how much you love me
On our most silent days,
On our most simple nights,
Let your words cling on
From your lips to mine,
Let our vines intertwine,

Tonight,
The blue and gray sky is destined
To swell in neon colored elation

Tonight,
The blemished cityscape is destined
To be sexy in a screen of smoke

Tonight,

If someday you get hurt
And you feel torn apart

Pained much by another
And you hurdle a rough start

Just reach beneath your pocket
To see the missing part

Something sweet, tender

I am fond of looking up, every so often

To search for a trace

Or even just a crooked shadow

That might still be lingering amidst my sky.

For those whitest whips, curls and twirls-