Unpoured

  I stand here, cornered by red, A fire I painted with the tiny bits of desire. I know this treachery, it burns me still, Foolish but I’d desire that burning flame. The brush drips, it laughs at me, A reminder of strokes I shouldn’t crave. Oh.. up.. and down… this tingle it leaves, Foolish but I crave breathlessly not to escape. I smile wickedly, though trapped, Because this heat is a lover’s cage of death. No door, no path, no silence, no gasps, Only red whispers calling me deeper. So let me live in this burning corner, Let me drip until there’s nothing left to cum, This wall of passion be my prison, And my pleasure is the lock, I dare to savor.

The most painful thing about rejection Is the fact that you were never the desirable. Never even ‘in consideration’ in mind. And oh, don’t get me wrong. You definitely were ‘all that’ But you were ‘all that’ to the wrong person or in the wrong circumstances. The thought that expressed their ‘never’ In your world of willful hope or is it wistful wish? At first, a daze of unparalleled lines, Blurry reality the mind wants unminded Aishh.. should this heart still long? But never could become ever. Or will the shattered longing be heart’s full? It hurts more when your heart’s all in, Holding on to that wasps line of hope, Afraid of the dangle yet willful to tangle. Was it that you were never the desirable? This rejection of before, on and after never In this tug for the crown with the ‘desired’ You were just never desirably desired! Never is hope’s fear to be touched The desired becoming wrongly hoped An unclaimable right that worked never, Just never yours its throb to grasp Rightly wateri...

Never unnoticed, always noticed, Like never missing a needle in a haystack. The eyes turning in them hundreds, Ogling at me disgruntled.

  1,2,3… 4,5,6… 7,8,9,10… You can say it again.

  How would i know it’s time? Do i get to choose what date it comes? Or perhaps the year you’d prefer? Or tell it to come at a particular hour? Can i?

  The pain of losing a loved one I can share in your pain. But it will only last for a minute Oh, This Pain hits differently Differently when it becomes blood.