Forget

I will ask you
to forget
Remember not
Sweep away to un-reached times
The little millions of seductive
Lips upon your sensitive neck.
Bury the lingers
Of the morning afters
In boxes within caskets
Dig intimately into the soil of no return
And with no hope of
Springing the joy of anniversaries
Toss the holds of our hands,
The mingles of our uncertainties
The future in our eyes
Into earth’s intrusion
Where little creatures of the soil
Will feast upon the once fleshy us.

Closed Eyes

You have me inscribed
In waters deep with a feeling.
The ones I can’t pen to beginnings
Neither can I scribble its end.

The ones where I’d want
To hug you like words in a book
Then closed,
To the sensation of feeling your imprint
Like water in a well
Then drawn,
To the feeling of drinking
Your essence .

The ones where your hold
Would speak to my stare
introduce you to my lips
And Upon meeting
We shall dwell in the glory
Of closed eyes.