Dead Drop, Red hot

Dead drop, red hot
Beautiful bodies, reeking hot,
Attracted by the humming of a similar lot,
Amazing scents, replacing sense,
Dissolving and dispersing,
Stripping down to each others cots.

Dead drop, red hot
Silky skins sizzling hot,
Straight through your throbbing spot,
Wandering hips, worming tips
Interlacing and interlocking,
Burning through, their searing pots.

Dead drop, red hot
Tanned muscles, piping hot,
Led your frail mind to the open lofts,
Encircling lines, taut spines,
Suffocating and smothering
Bursting out into smoldering shots.

Dead drop, red hot
Full lips, whistling hot,
Left glossy trails and winding dots,
Spinning waists, eclectic tastes,
Dancing and tapping,
Tuning sounds into gasping song.

Dead drop, red hot
Wet eyes, now glaring hot,
Stared down at each other’s stunning slots,
Freckled noses, sexy poses,
Muzzling and nuzzling,
Refusing to let go of the resounding lover’s gong.

The meaning of Life

It is love.
Grudgingly yet willingly
We walk into it face up, eyes shining.
Face down; we walk out of it, a dull sounding ache,
We walk towards it; yet again,
Undeterred by its unpredictability,
We don’t look back; afraid of whatever madness may take hold us.
Indeed, life’s driving force must be love.

It is immense.
Everyday we awaken with great anticipation.
With night, we fall asleep with little comprehension.
No longer expecting the same expectation, we stir nonetheless.
Opened armed, we receive the world; our simple minds are blown away,
Overwhelmed, by the new discoveries of what seems to lie ahead.
Undeniably, life’s hidden capacity must be immense

It is innately fun.
Dancing to the eclectic tunes of famed symphonies,
We experience the deepest vibrations
In the shortest time, we imagine we have seen it all
We arrive at our new destination ecstatic
Where we are forced to appreciate we are yet to see it all.
There lies an existing need to prepare for an even greater journey
Irrefutably, life’s very nature is must be innately fun

It is everything.
Everyday, we are captivated by its complexity.
By night, we are encircled by its simplicity.
No longer involved in its intricacy, we dream nevertheless.
Of nothing actual, yet our reality is limited to our familiarity.
Besieged, we desire to remain within the confines of our psyche,
Engulfed; by all that we know, and do not know.
Unquestionably, life’s wholesome totality is everything.

One of those days...

Today was one of those days,
When I knew I had to sit back and give you your way.
You either woke up on the wrong side of the bed,
Or you woke up and thought it was the end;
For when you opened your eyes, you wished yourself dead.
I tried to say and do all kinds of things to cheer you up,
But keeping your promise, you were so abrupt
I could not make you let up.
You did not want me pestering you to smile, you declared.
You did not want me trying to make you happy, you claimed.
Surely, you could not have meant what you said
I knew it was one of those days

Today was one of those days,
When I knew I had to sit back and let you have your way,
Of no fault of my own, I kept you waiting longer than I should
My sin duly noted, I received a cold hug and blank stare too.
Being around you was truly going to be difficult.
But I was certain, it couldn’t be worse than being in some creepy cult.
I understood, aware of what truly bothered you and tried to reassure you.
Then you told me firmly, that you didn’t want me trying to understand you.
You couldn’t have meant what you said,
Because I knew it was one of those days

Today was one of those days,
When I knew there was definitely no standing in your way.
Reaching home you slammed the door shut, violently threw your shoes off
I could see you slowly calm down,
It was clear you needed some steaming off.
I was relieved at first only because I knew it was not me.
Naively I tried to make you mine again.
Irritated you snatched the foil from my hand,
Flinging it onto the bleak cement floor.
The insignificance of your insensitive action tugged at my throat,
Making me wish myself through the door.
You possibly couldn’t have meant what you did,
It had to be one of those days

Today was truly one of those days,
When I knew there was definitely no point standing in your way.
Standing away, not wanting you to notice the change in my mood,
Respectfully, as any lover would,
As any loved on should,
I left you for the day.
Not chancing a glance, I walked never having said a word.
Out of fear, I did not wish to add more coal to your already dreary world
Somberly I watched the bright city lights dashing past
I felt alone and weary at my insane quest for peace of mind.
No matter the cost, my path still undefined.
Whether it meant going blind for love, I was surely going to find.
I was convinced.
You could never have meant what you did
It was just one of those days.

The Journey

The river rises up, then down.
Swelling with pride she finally bursts her gates open,
pouring out her heart, her new waters released.
They flow uninterrupted beyond the earthen plains.
Swiftly but quietly she gushes,
Aware of her immediate danger.
Afraid to awaken the creatures of the night,
They slumber, unaware of the sadness.

Tomorrow they will awaken yet again,
to devour whatever they can.
To shout insults at their innocent prey,
carrying away with them every ounce of confidence,
that she dare to muster.

The river rises up, then down again.
Heaving with it recollections that were,
of beautiful memoirs created.
The earth upon which she flows, once loved her so.
Fertile soils had gladly embraced her tiny seedlings.
Absorbing them into their innermost,
Soaking up her being
Now they slumber, unaware of the sadness.

Tomorrow they will awaken yet again,
To lash out at the one they call beautiful.
to spit out ugly renditions, of what they now declare to be finished.
The past now revolting is discarded.

The river rises up, then down again.
Abandoned, where hyenas and vultures are known,
to greedily consume what is not their own.
In a ‘no man’s land’, she will not dare verbalize
what is already forgotten in their mind.
For fear of physical rejection and taunting utterance,
She continues her uphill task of overcoming rock boulders and steep falls.
For her journey’s end is near.
They slumber, unaware of the sadness.

Today they awoke,
Alone in their sudden awareness
That while they peacefully snoozed
she swam right into the open seas.

The river rises up, then down again.
Too wide, too deep to fish her out,
they could only gape in disbelief at her blatant betrayal.
Still absolutely unaware of their individual role,
her sudden abandonment of them
aroused them into a novel reality.
She bathes in a different world now
A planet, where the stars rule over the broken hearted.
They slumber no more, aware of the sadness.