She Has A Lover ......

She has a lover

Dark and strong.

In him when she confides

Gives me shivers,

Jealous bouts

I find so hard to hide.

In silent whispers

Feathers fall

While time stops by to see

If ever words that

Hummed in heart

Will come to rescue me.

Is it late ?

A play perhaps,

The end to know I lust

A loving game

Of losing self

Of nursing nascent trust.

I feel for him.

I hope she does.

Before it is too late.

Her lover fair

Beyond repair

Comes to share my fate.

ODE TO A DRINK

Shining within slender shapes,
Luring all my lust
Clouding conscience between drapes
I ascertain, “I must
Savor it to satisfy
My inner Devil’s crave.”
Flabbergasted, I do cry.
Mirror makes me brave.
Tumbling off the smoothened edge
I pour my heart with it.
“Give me not that crooked gaze
And don’t you contradict.”
Now dejected, I feel whispers
Mock in frigid noise.
Fomenting the breathing scars,
Muffling inner voice.
My indulgences not in pain
Nor cruel memory.
Inebriated, not insane
I sing to reverie.
I forget if I am broke
Or fortune is my slave.
Tired hands in pockets poke
To find a gaping cave.
Half awake, half careless
Inattentive to loss
Hiding in my carapace
Courage gathers moss.
Slipping into world I own
I touch my floating dreams
Ambling down a fancy-zone
I wish if I could swim.
The river of my fantasy,
Me lonely in my boat
As ‘nother glass of ecstasy
Goes gurgling down my throat.
Dripping with a fluid glee
Feeling for my peer
Spicing up virgin whisky
With a touch of beer.
Looking confused to my eyes,
They ask if I am fine.
In lasting languor I surmise,
“I love my glass of wine.”