No Form

 
I'm pieces of so many things,
So let me tell you a story
With my body.
I'm the heavy breathe,
That was once sighed in pleasure,
Than a child's excitement
Now is a memory
Of what was once was
A beautiful moment
Carried away in the passing
Of days and nights,
Of wishing
Of waiting
Of needing
Of visiting memories.
 
I'm a laughter,
That was once was so soft
Than the rush of blood to the heart.
You now question
My presence
As a mere thought,
Yet I stretch more vividly
On you like stretch marks.
I know i can be
Insane and naughty
But don't cover me.
Allow me to stretch  
As ripples of echoes,
And deep.
 
I'm water,
Totally i cannot be defined,
I have no form of my own,
I take any shape I'm given,
Sometimes I break through the cage
Walls and cells of self-doubt.
On your forehead  
I make beads  
Before I flow down
In your eyes or mouth,
And taste not like I came in.
Truth is, I have no taste of my own,
But most times my taste is made up,
Like an idea,
A fantasy with no base,
Same as heartbreaks,
Borrowed Happiness,
Cum or calm
Unsatisfied longingness.
 
Jimmy Kanzobya