The tentacles of my rose buds are putrefied
and your breath deepens on my serenade
like a gossamer cover of slippery promises
I’ve held you close in my sauntered mornings
and dreamy evenings taking measured strides
in your arms’ embrace. look me in through
the tinted mirrors kissing my body scents
like sparks of flickery flame. The fire of my lusty
songs haven’t melted like winter flakes, the burns
have deep scars of watery love. But you have tasted
those with your fluid songs and roughed me in.
downed in silken truth the eyes have gone deep
into the whispered nothings and your tongue placed
a heaven in my belly, slipping through the souled
kisses in and out.

 
In and out....
 

But the tongues have met through deeper
fangs of poisoned truth and drunken obsession
and I hid the hole with my rose buds
of sweet tomorrows. The sleep was a lasting song
rolling on your body like a warm bubble bath
and went deeper like a sequential symphony.
I’m your sea draped lost mermaid
inhaling the kisses on the surface
justifying our realities like a poet,
painting pictures in the wind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright - Saberi Roy, Nov 2, 2007