A quiver of a cell.

If my eyes no longer see
ears go silent
tongue roll away numb,
scents frozen in its’ tracks
fingers and toes lay limp
caged within a body
like a tomb of flesh.
Only breathing

My body fed on by each breath
will quiver
Quiver with everything I write.
With every pulse and surge of my blood
I will create
waves upon waves around me.

Just from a quiver
of a cell.


The maiden weeps.

There’s a maiden weeping tonight
alone in the dark
none see the tears
rolling down her cold cheeks
but the Moon,
pretending to hide behind the clouds
shining upon her tears
‘My child dear,
Why do you cry?’
She shakes a sob
of fear
of hurt and hate
of loneliness, worthlessness
of sorrow in living.

The Moon dances into view
and plays shadows on her window sill
a story of how
she is the Queen
of a hidden world.

Where all that is tremble in joy
 for her very smile
for her voice.
How dearly she is loved
just as she does unbeknownst to her.

The maiden weeps
blinded by her tears
to the thick flow of love
shining down upon her crown.

A Queen
lost to her birthright.


A never-ending read.

To read
everything there is to read—
The swell of your cheeks
in a hidden smile.
Your words tumbling over my tongue
tasting more than you reveal.
The subtle movement of your brows.
What the hem of your dress whispers in your wake.

What a falling leaf
spinning dizzy unto the Earth says.
What the wind
playfully ruffling my hair carouses.
What the sunlight
breaking apart in the ripple of a lake squeals.
What the dragonfly
that whizzes and pauses a drift sees.
What the blushing night bride to the day groom sighs
as she creeps over to him for that long awaited kiss.
A fleeting moment so cherished.

Let me read you.
Read your landscape,
your wayward weathers.

Let me see
only You
And let it be
A never-ending read.


Sharing one piece by writer’s choice
for the dVerse Open link Night 293

a virtual pub for poets around the world
Hosted by Lisa.

Bed of thorns.

There is a bed of thorns
I leave around me.

With every misstep, misdeed
or misword,
every missed gesture
or missed word,
the bed of thorns
like sharp talons grow ever sharper
gnarled brambles knotted,
twisted around me
staked into my skin
crucified in perpetual guilt
wishing to disappear..

How the knots would fall away
when there is
to hold on to.

Intoxicated in warmth.

My eyes look for intimacy
a yearning for a soft touch
an answer to my eyes’ imploring gaze
searching for the warmth
like a window lit in gold
against the night
curtains fluttering
..calling me
calling me..
towards an undying hearth
where I can be
intoxicated in warmth.


Till it’s breathing your breath.

Sing away like a bird
that cares not who hears her tunes,
or if it is the deep Silence
she is surrounded by.

Unheeding to a passerby’s curses
she sings
just as the trees keep swaying
the waves keep whooshing
the stars keep chiming.

The incessant chorus
of cicadas in the night
as the world sleeps
to their tireless serenade

Matters not!

Sing for the singing of it,
into spinning,
dancing and living
wholly immersed
seamlessly blended

And the Universe will edge closer
closer to you
till it’s breathing your breath
And singing you!


A longing in the waters

All the colors
lights and sounds.
The abundance
in the world.
The exuberance of nature
in the endless galaxies
People in all shades of mud.
Trees heavy,
 laden with fruits
drooping for a kiss.
More than we could ever need.

Wild animals!
Flowers scenting the air
in plethora of aromas
And don’t forget, under the Ocean
even the sky has many a name!

Yet loneliness tears me asunder
like an island of its own
broken from a land yonder
leaving a soft tune
of longing
deep in the waters.
 An open invite.

The door ajar
 as I wait
for an answering call
from Another
to swirl into
to thread into
with wonder upon wonder
worlds upon worlds.

An Eden of islands

And then, maybe

God’s laughter
through our Soles..


A blank space.

Watch me
lose bits of myself for you..
As I give all that I am
for you
To be

And slowly fade away
like letters inked on a piece of paper
soaked in tender tears
bleeding away a little thinner
an outline
a barely perceptible shadow
And then,
only a faint sense
of Absence.

A blank space
where you lift your head up
look around
for something that was
and is.

Reminding you
of our
Timeless Love.


Abyss of Beauty

So in love with yourself,
you wonder
how can you ever get things done.

Forever gazing into each other’s
endless abyss of beauty.
Entranced in deep rapture,
each ensnaring the other.

In their separation
they are truly one and the same,
singing melodies heart achingly beautiful,
to the brim with soft, thick,
sweet syrupy nectar
dripping down a velvety petal
of a flower
like tears of beauty,
in devotion..

There is nothing more,
nothing more ever needed.
All desires or thought non-existent

Who am I? Who are you?
What is it?
Yet it is
It all just madly and senselessly is.
Orderly Chaos.


Paper thin skin.

We want steel cut skin
The kind that don’t feel
Efficiency above all else
Ignore our essence

Oh, if we did embrace..
our soft
paper thin skin.
Our sensitivities..
like puffs of cotton seeds
with only
the softest sigh
of warm Spring..

How much more in tune
we would be to each other
The seasons
The shifting of the stars
The oracles whispered in the sands.

Any that bleeds
Bleeds the whole.
How we would scramble
to hold each other up
to seal a broken twig
to bury a dead rat
to wipe a tear gently..

To listen like drinking the words of God
to love like the last gasp of air
to feel deeply the pleasures of Life
sorrow, grief, joy and awe..


Sharing one poem on dVerse Open link night #297.
Hosted by Mish in spirit of 2020 Tokyo Olympics!

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