Flooded by your essence.

In exaltations of love --you bathe me.
Every part-- flooded by your essence.
Such are the things you say -- that even the stars and the moon won't move away.
Not a word is to be missed
Not a single drop of this sweet raining of love must fall
elsewhere
if not in the prairies of my heart.

I can feel your fingers move through my soul.
In every wisp of your breath
is the balm that sooths my spirit.

In a singular look raised up -- the heavens come laughing by my side
In you, my soul abides , it awakens , it sleeps .

When you turn to speak to me ,
every leaf, every river,
every cloud floating inside me,
stops to listen.

this is how my life moves on everyday.

I have always known love , but never felt it the way you give it to me.

I have cherished the beauty of your words
as though they were the bleeding of my own heart.
But , now i feel them as the pangs of my soul missing you.

Love has pierced me from all sides
so your plenitude alone will be my nourishments.

In you alone,
my hunger and thirst subsides
and multiplies anew.
If this is'nt being struck by love, then, what is it?

In your touches
my springtime awakes
in you, i rise and swoon.

On your lips the moons shall melt into songs.
In lakes of fire -- the trembling of my desires ,
pleads
to be satiated
by
your soothing kisses .

When shall you come
to sit besides me and lull me into quietness ?

That in your mingling with mine
these blissful, tearing tempests
may render bearable
sonnets of silences.

Open these love buds.

In you, i have been all these years
waiting for the beaming rays
to open these love-buds.

Just ask me once
And for you, i'll cross the Atlantic
to hold your face
and kiss your lips.

Was that Love calling
Those were'nt words, but dazzling sunlights of love.
Was'nt it a long lingering kiss from scorching lips
That's how i heard it.
That's how i felt you.
Missed you too.

Your poems are perfumed with silence.

Gently , my love
fill me with your poems.

The smell of your poems
are perfumed with silence.

That which was still,
begins its dance again.
And that which has danced,
clings and cuddles lovingly in your poems.

They tug me
to the sweetness
that only your world can give.

one step closer

Slow soft thoughts
moving like a cloud
all waiting to meet you on a sky
beholding the present.

Aware of the latent
enchantements
which bids me to one step closer
to look into your depths.

the burning sensations,
searching for new
susceptibilities in me.

who else can be more fragile
than i am
its trembling provokes
tenderness
a magic rhapsody is hiding
everywhere, in everything
in the wind, becoming
its softness
in your eyes,becoming its glow
on the lips of silence, becoming
its understanding

An almond tree quietness.

In Almond trees quietness

Moans,
swell in flesh,
Moons,
swollen in poems ?

calls

the Soul crucified to the sky.

to tears itself
away from the celestial ceilings
and fly.

such is
the
calling
of an 'almond tree quietness,'
where
moons swell in poems
moans swell in flesh,

and
the soul flies.