jaypore

For j,

Black asphalt beckons
stirs u the wanderlust
you by my side
throttle caresses the floor
like a taut silken string
thats been plucked
our bodies are vibrating
to the din of the engine
to the guitar being seduced
your gaze poses questions
questions, whose answers
we both know
have known ever since
i lean into you
to steal a kiss
but how has ever
a thing been stolen
when its already yours
we say no more
the guitar exhales
a low note
a sigh goes unnoticed....

a winter night

seven matchsticks and the wind

a place under the sun

endangered by the other's existence

trying to stick close

to member's of one's kin

a matchstick sang out aloud

'' strike us and feel the power

its time you learn to play with fire''

the gust of the wind, looming large

laughed out a hollow one

'' i give birth to thee, letting you light

but today beware, for i want to fight''

with that off flew the feeble matchstick

wind blowing down upon its spine

emerald eyes scanning the dim light

spent the night engulfed in chill

for the wind stood true with all its might