Hawas

Solid in the darkness
Shadows crept upon the light
She can't turn to liquid or dust
Or waver in the wind
Opting to merge with it or accept all it offers.
Can wind really carry this lust -
Soaked
Drenched
From the trenches of skin?

Flesh is too deep to convey
The featherweight of the fire.
It weighs so dragging
Yet only encompasses breadth like sound
Empty in matter
Yet saturated in existence.
It is a way to live
But not the only way
And such a cost of time
From the mind.
To slither through the silken sheets
Once released
That is its actual spending -
In currency of the body
Through the vessel of the skin
To sink as it rises further
Deeper to the peaks of ecstasy.

Apples
Caresses
Grapes twirling down a long vine
A lingered touch
A long slow breath -
Let it whisper this plenty
While you surrender your senses
To the quicksand that is
This insatiable longing
Absent of Love,
Blind passion
Slave to the carnal fury
Dwelling at the surface
Of a sweltering heat
Building within,
Only to break
In the realization
That this is a fraternal echo
Of your authentic desire
To be held
Like you are the only one
To make her feel alive in your warmth
That resonates from the riverbed of your heart
To let her being seep into yours
Like a whispering rain
To know the dance of the sensual from the false
To finally arrive
At the blissful union
Of two becoming one.

Unclench

Let us not clutch
To the yesterdays of our lives
Dispense with all the rubbish left over
After squeezing the positive dry.

Cold
Is akin
To the Present that has past
Distinguishing the potential
Of the next
As warm, in texture.

Choose
Not to swim
The pneumatic swirls of the gone too long
For, the phobia of cementing
Into the cold
Can freeze even the bravest lion heart.

What is now
And what you can make of the nows to come
Should be the only interference in the pond of your imagination
Delve into the past
Only for inspiration
Of its all encompassing teaching
And battle on
In the forest of the unknown
Lap the shores
Of what is to come..

Unclench
The fear.