The potion in your eyes intoxicates me
like a lullaby that I hear
in my half dreams about you and me.

-

Love comes in subtle ways;
in smudged ink on a handwritten letter,
in silent words on coffee-stained lips

in a tattoo underneath the blue scars,
in stars that only twinkle your eyes.

-

Agony in different forms;
like smell of an old letter
or sound of an old lover.

Like whiff of roses in June
Or echo in an empty room.

-

Dreams are a mix of your moments and poems,
easier to comprehend when I close my eyes next to you.

-

Loving you,
like writing poems about you
with a broken pen,
it seeps out my emotions
as soon as I start to rhyme.

-

Regrets passing through life
like opposite waves on a still lake,
like a boat barely getting through to the other side.

-

The whiff of your fragrance that sedates me,
like a sweet lullaby that lulls me to sleep.

-

Hair resting gently on your face,
like the the drops of dew on a leaf.

Upon that leaf is a bird,
it has the innocence of your face,
and grace of your being.

-

Winter coat filled with warm memories
Of you, I, a cup of coffee and sweet whispers
On a light sunny day.

-

To muse over the depths of your eyes,
Like reading an old book.

To be awed by their innocence
Like swimming in a calm ocean.

-