Wednesday, March 11, 2009

5

Sometimes
it is useless
to feel when
you can't see
a touch
nor rubbish
to hear when all that
matters is
smelling your
taste.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Precious

trivial
nonsense
selfish
i
love
you
and secretly,
i
own
you.

You Understand

the statement
the rules
my words
i defy...
only because
of a sparkle in
your far away
sky
only because your
voice resembles
that phenomenal
symphony
[with]
every norm
i break
i cry just so
you know my covenant
does not die
just so
you discern
my mouth
my tongue
don't lie
when i play
i don't lose the game
when i
don't
i win my man.

How You Make Me

Your love makes me cry
just as [how] lovely
you make me come
your cheeks are as rosy
as your words
sugary sweet, juicy,
palatable
Oh boy, come...
come to me because i will
make you.