#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

A Land Far Away In Time  
B.C  

His salty skin upon my lips  
A taste of reminisce, a time that once was  
Reaching out across the vast ocean of time  
 
Hidden faces peeking from the veil of Heaven    
Calling, surrendering, unto the beautiful stirring echoes  
Hearts divided, beautifully floating in the quiet latitude of disenchanted winds  
Come to me  
 
Fingers entwined  
Lips tenderly consoled  
Bodies entangled  
 
The galaxy where lovers frolic in the cradle of fate  
Bodies softly adorned by hands of time  
Each stroke moving us closer to the abyss of destiny  
Hear my heartbeats snuggled in the bosom of my yearnings  
The ache of absence, time cannot capture, distance cannot measure  
Come To Me  
 
Closed eyes, in a world, where darkness greets our famished embraces  
Hold me from beyond
Two pairs of eyes staring at the reflection of our today, this moment  
Whispering in my ear, hushed words lassoing my sacred Charkas  
Strong palms making love to the delicate coating of my skin  
Ever so gently, passion at every contour you tease, taste, touch  
 
Fingers patrolling, dipping inside the sunken core of my inner soul  
A quick intake of a rapid breath, the back of my head braced against your upper chest  
Drowning in the rainfalls of such blissful sensations to be, your supremacy to please me  
Scorching kisses to my Chi, your tongue making love to my soul  
Come To Me  
 
A dream I dare not awaken  
Reality my lips are stained  
My heart relish in the presence of your existence  
Pieces of me you keep, shadows of your love I silently weep  
 
I can see you in my dreams, drips of a lover’s tryst  
Hide and seek under silken covers  
Ecstasy we moan, rapture we discover  
Breathless in surrendering pools of divinity’s aftermath  
Touched souls we weave  
Intoxicated off the internal mystery of me  
Unlocked passion you unleash  
 
Desires Merging  
Lust Purging  
Blending of Karma’s juices seeping, converging  
Come... To… Me

 
three sixty four
and a quarter other days
the building or unbuilding

the misuse of
i love yous and miss yous

each soul grieves differently
so goes about their expression
of everything

am perhaps more blessed than not
to have found
you


dear.







...

i am followed by orange flowers:
huge orange blooms in harrogate  
picked and arranged in the pot  
where we dropped our fag ends  
  
orange lilies in the garden centre  
the toxic pollen, so i believe, slyly  
murdered my sweet small friend  
she couldn’t stand to keep them  
   
nor could i    
   
i bought a tiny orange rose today  
the symbolism of which makes me  
think of you - but then everything    
does; i bought an orange lighter  
   
to go with it

Blank Screen
Patiently waiting in a state of serene
Hi you doing today
As I type, my mind tends to run away
Are you ready for my inner dreams
My passion, my thoughts, the Tomcat who gets my Kitty cream

One word, two words, the stream of inner thoughts beautifully rolls
Sentences, poems, plummeting feelings begin to take its toll
I do not know how written sentiments console
As words near the end, hopefully they blanket someone’s inner soul

You submerge your vision, sweet lines by saucy lines
My beliefs to intoxicate without sips of wine
Thoughts deeply radiating, asking the questions providing the whys
Rainfalls of knowledge falling from the sky
Why the sky and not the mind
Expressions have so many twists and such seductive twines

Touches, caresses, felt in salacious written designs
Is it for you, or is it for who, soft strokes found in the elevating grooves
Capturing your awareness depends on your mental enlightening mood
In the creation of time everyone needs a portion of emotional food
History speaks of the past
A present with a future with faith to outlast

Blank Screen
Body to body as fate intervenes
Mental copulating a blissful sight unseen
Overcoming as a tidal wave felt deep in between
A state of reality from passion, of an once blank screen