Sikiliza

Her skin silky supple, rich dark Irresistible to touch Over and over again Her eyes slit molten lava of sensuousness Alluring and dizzying Playful and sizzling Large and luminous, vulnerable and trusting. Her hair cascades messily around her face She looks stunning all the time. Her smile lights up the darkest hours Her kiss melts away all the pain Her caress magically conjures goose bumps Her voice still makes my heart skip a beat Her love is tender, so breathtaking I adore her. My soul mate In this and all my future reincarnations.

I put together castles, wangle bridges, reach to touch the stars I knit dreams, spin vivid webs of patterns, movement and colours My mind bends my universe into how I recognize it Skies and earth are a step apart Adversaries and friends can blur at the stroke of a trance The only true place I can fathom chaste bliss My thoughts, words and acts constantly understood I soar, I drift, I feel perfect The bubble bursts when sleep ends And my perfect world is gone Sobering me into this sad bad world But I have my treasure dream chest I open and enjoy the spoils Each time I yield to mortal exhaustion Perpetually grateful for this wealth of imagining.

There a manner of silences; Some calm Others awkward. Few remain quiet There are those that are heavily pregnant Particular ones bursts at the seams. Is silence a gilted cage Or a warm shelter from the storms? But what are silences other a cloud of halfs? Half truths Half lies…. Which half is bigger? If it remains unspoken Is it a secret? A truth? A lie? A cage?   A shelter? We remain quiet We will never know.

Hot angry flow of boiled molten rage Run down dripping at every unspoken word Exploding into endless tears To shed every hurt, pain or infliction Puffy eyes drained ducts Throbbing head Anger replaced with fatigue No simple answers Just a cleared tissue box