A LOVER’S ACT

One fine morning,

I invoked you

Out of thin air.

Ran to the sea;

Gathered shells and scales.

From the finest ones,

Made your bones, scalp, fingers and toes.

Stirred the earth;

Doggedly dug for mud and clays.

From the softest ones,

Filled your legs, back, torso and breasts.

Tore the volcanoes;

Drenched myself in hot springs.

From the hottest ones in my palm

Dyed with the wildest red flowers of the forest

Created blood; pumping, pulsing and throbbing in you.

Went to the golden deers;

Asked for their skin.

From the smoothest ones,

Carved your body and covered it with skin.

Circled the earth, sun and stars and moon;

Filled my pocket with lights, darkness, mysteries and hollows.

From the enigmatic ones,

Painted your lips, armpits, bottoms and private.

I poured my heart on to you

To feel the sigh of objects;

I shared my mind with you

To know the reason behind each sighs.

I gave my life to you

To live.

I made a temple of you

Pushed you inside;

Worshiped you,

Kissed you,

Slept with you,

Slapped you,

Killed you inside

Only

To love and

Be loved.

TREASURE

I had kept my love

Hidden

Underneath my skull

From a time unknown.

Last evening,

When I dug the earth

With a piece of finger

And a tray of words;

To unleash a pirate’s treasure

To present it to you,

To you my dear.

With the days and nights

Sighs and whispers

Pains and wounds

Wind and breath

With the angels and demons

Fighting to leave a mark

On this tattooed earth,

Brushing their teeth

On the treasure

The gold had turned in to clay.

I hold it

In my shrinking hands,

All rustic-fragile remains

Of an ancient heart.

Smell of acrid roots filled

The space between you and me

You looked down at it

The dark mass,

Feeling disgusted

Humiliated

But you managed to

Put a smile,

Where a sad lonely moon hung

From a time unknown.

Now,

I am burying it down

Underneath my skull

Under grass of the pavements

We walked in silences

To it’s native place

Until the last piece of me

And last piece of mine

Remains.

BLINDNESS

When I miss her

I close my eyes.

I see her

With my eyes closed.

I see the rose of her cheeks

The silence of the lips

With my eyes closed.

I talk to her

About the grief of her past

The hopes of her future,

About the length of the road

Breadth of the ocean

About every little things

Existent and nonexistent,

To the utmost details

With my eyes closed.

I touch her,

Her protruding breasts,

Hard-stubborn nipples

Her tight-lipped mouth

Her gold plated belly

And the unlit, narrow street of her thighs

With my eyes closed.

I stroke

The northern wind of her hair

The dust of her body

The light of her skin

And the curve of her neck.

I kiss her

Lick her

Make love to her

With my eyes closed.

I spend my seconds,

Minutes, hours, days,

Years and years to come;

I spend my life

Doing nothing

With my eyes closed.