....

the words
dry leaves
winter evening...

pulse
like speed train
my uneven track!

poetry
no academic truth
volumes of flesh.

For the transparent you.

If I try to view that you mouth is half full

i'll have to count

the hours of ecstasy that came through you

being transperent

to what you can be

authentically by yourself

in the lizards night

not often have i seen you

writing essays on yourself

with every wrinkle of your body

your curling lips, and diminishing eyes

you....

trying to make fire

by rubbing shoals

...of what u been fishing!

and all that was limpid-

started to thicken ...

getting blurred over my eyes

my shoulders and thighs....

Maybe be some seismographic fault

by which the bones in these dreams are aligned

a slightest knock of breath

awaited since ages

provokes

the frame

to break, out of its temple

let me pull over the curtains

this dream that has been

sought by the honey bees

and envied by the electric rails

may catch ypu by your orphaned core

where ecstasy is brewing

for a hot coffee

with me!