Engrossed.

He sits
and he reads
by the flickering candle
his eyes gaze upon the pages before him with keen curiosity,
narrowing every now and then
his fingers gently sliding across
as he tries to feel the touch of his story
as it strokes him back
and when he hits an amusement
his lips curve into a smile
as he flips a page after another
by the warm glowing fire
the candlewax melting into a pile,
snow falling outside the window
The man..
Sits,
And he reads.

First Dance

Her head to his chest

Her ear to his heartbeat

His Lips to her ear..

Lightly breathing down her neck

Her right hand on his waist

Her left on his chest

His left hand holding her close..Encircling the small of her back

The other gently resting on the back of her neck

Chest to chest

Hip to hip

Eyes closed..

Intertwined…

Still as a photograph..

Then suddenly,

They sway!

Where art thou?

So much stuff going on right now..sometimes I start writing

words, perhaps a line to a poem, and am left stuck in the middle. Its not that

am not inspired, no. Infact, life couldnt be better! I am infact experiencing

bitter-sweet moments that always spark an emotion thet sends me writing...

I think I could peg it on the "in between" moments. where I cant quite express

myself when I want to or like I want to...I start one thing but soon am distracted..

Am full of child-like curiosity, I guess! Am all exited about making a new move

in a different direction, yet I tread more cautiously, lest it all goes up in smoke.

The in- between when you feel you have embraced where you are, then an opportunity

presents itself n you have to snap out of it...

In the meantime...al be searching for my words. saving my smiles...little secrets..

precious moments...dreamy expressions..for my next one! :)

Ode to the Man of my dreams

He...
He moves me...
like the wind pushes a ship across the vast and mighty waters of the sea,
to discoveries of lands thought not 2 exist...
He moves me to rise....
He moves me to reach..to grab..
to discover the woman am meant to be...

He calms me...
In the whirlpool of my emotions,
his voice says " Hush-shhh!" and my heart obeys..
stands still...
fills with serenity...security.

He strokes me...gently...right.
Both inside n out.
He knows me.. He feels me.. He fills me.   

He loves my curves..
He adores my flaws...
He not only knows i love tea alot,
He knows i like my tea hot.

He believes in I.
He has forsaken all shes for me.
He trusts himself with I...
He has eyes 4 nobody but me.


He lifts me...
The wind beneath my wings when i take to flight..across vast lands..
he urges me on...a whisper in my ear..
a song in my heart.
He lifts me high across the skies to the star-strewn paradise..the pavement to my dreams.


He appreciates me..
He frees me..
He heals me...
He builds me...
He breaks down my defences..
He dances to my caresses..
He makes me laugh..
He makes me cry..
He....MAKES ME.


He is a strong man..
He is a real man..                                               

He is hu-man..
He is....
Unafraid to crush before his wo-man.


He is my destination...                                                
He is my journey..
He is my baiby..
He is my man..
He is my dream!

Behind The Exterior

A smile....
A dance...
A gentle swing in my hips..
A confident stride..
A reassuring calmness that always meets you when you are around me...and the constant nod to your words when i listen to ur lips' flow...

The girl you know..

But inside...battles are mounting..my heart is pounding..my ears are ringing..
as am getting tossed from one wall's end to the wired fence n back..yet i dare not scream.

All this confusion that swells up busting upon my beliefs..staining my nature..my heritage..shaking the very ground i've built my foundations upon..

my heart has grown weary..my bossom squashed from your heavy demands...my passions shadowed by your towerin ego...my soft voice silenced by your boomin echos..
pushing me to my corner..where i sit..my back arched...my face hidden..on this fortress i built high up in the sky, that no longer seems safe...for the ants are ferouciously gnawing at its feet...

Can these clipped wings fly?
Can this caged bird sing?

I must seek salvation...broken or burdened. Dear Lord..i must!..i knw where my soul belongs...and all along...He was begging me to let go and free- fall from my high grounds..and trust tht i will land on my soul's redemption.