DARING

It is A Matter of Trust 
this word is odd 
logic is threatening for me not to trust  you  
I said I would be looking deep Into your eyes  
but your eyes are seeking for something 
I do not  recognise 
How I could trust a man whose needs 
affect mine 
I want you to keep pleasure in me. 
I am open 
Easily so misled 
You are to me strange 
Experiences with your 
With your Knowledge 
You strive for Lust 
Different than words 
they are hidden messages 
Easily you can be misunderstood by Me 
I am in defence  
I Fight 
Fight back please 
Please be articulate with the truth for me
I may only choose this to be 
this beginning is our fate


(edited by Baron James Ashanti)

TO MY MALE PANDA BEAR

Oh!Look at those black burning coals!

A man caressing with a glance

the soul of a woman? You can

Baron James Ashanti: Biography of a Fallen Angel

http://www.layoutsparks.com/1/245978/fallen-angel-wings-image-31011.html

With élan I prepare to frisk your soul
of magnanimous temptations that glow
like stolen gems whilst I tongue
your plump breasts of orbiting moons
who cause the friction of sensual thunder
that flaps its wings like cupid

MEETING

http://sevenperfumes.wordpress.com/2009/06/22/from-spain-to-morocco/morocco-desert-walker/

                                                                                                             

Who are you? I never really knew you.
Let me take a look in your eyes.
The eyes always tell me stories
revealing me internal thoughts
making me to travel
in the desert with the caravan of your  tendencies
expecting, longing for their mysteries to be read
I float through turbulent seas of tears
I wander in the lost worlds of childhood
experiencing some adventures along your eyebrows pathways
I wonder about your silenced sincerity
about the lonely aspects of your personal reality
about the effects of your piercing glances on my sealed self. 

COMPROMISSION

Being Protected.

By: Tuan Trinh  http://photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=7406848

Destiny
Are you my destiny?
Or did I choose you to escape from my destiny?
Passion...
Are you a passion?
Or did I choose you to easy my passion?
The sure is I need you.
Undouptly you 're craving for me.
You are here. I came for you.
You accepted me. I took what was given.
We won't fool ourselves anymore.
Could we keep ours souls in a safe place
this time, please?

YOUR SKIN

I'm obsessed
with the colour
of your flesh.
Rosy but
not quite white.
Looking intellectual, though
tending to be hot.
It's shimmering gold
under the sun,
pushing me
to wish badly touching,
in more ways than one.
To lick you sweating,
to sense how it tastes.
You are blushing
even on your neck,
near the breastsline,
You are blushing
every time my lust
makes you excited.
I dream these fingers
of your little moving hand-
trying to avoid the heat-
I dream them tapping,
playing with my erected senses.

THE NURSING

http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/jacopo-tintoretto-the-origin-of-the-milky-way

Milky way
your milky way
You want to be fed
by her!
Her to caress your hair
Her to kiss you
her to hug you
Those breasts
are tearing apart your self control
Those nipples are made 
by your tongue to be explored
You are returning
You want to return back to her womb
There! 
Where death or sorrow never existed
You want to lick her berries
and search with your hands
that little place where
were born the infinite lust
Oh! Your hand to intrude
in the verboten sacred place
in the altar of your needs
in the tomb of your past
in the hope of your eternity
You want to taste that eternity
given like a nectar of the immortals
to whom will continue your history
In a way you hate this continuity
You prefere immortality
you are alive
the little one is hidden in you
In your heart 
in her heart
in her womb
in her breast
You wish  sucking avidly her elixir
Heavens! 
You are drooling to taste her milk!

SUMMER TANKAS

1

I was a bit dizzy

by staring in your bright eyes

as if ‘t was blowing

summer breeze cooling my face

through the island’s  little road

2

what a green dewiness

to the  touch of your gentle glance

as if bathing in 

the serpentine mountain stream’s

transparent sparkling water

3

where did you leave me

in desperate loneliness

swimming on my back

in bottomless Yerevan

of twisting  gray-red algae

4

myriads of sleek thoughts

blatantly and garrulous

slipping in the mind

hot thin sand which passes through

the  trembling opened fingers

5

sleepless the desire

in flames, lit the fire

of the hovering

faint candles in the empyrean

the dazzling  twinkling sky stars

FATALLY BURNT

Franz Von Stuckhttp://www.oceansbridge.com/oil-paintings/product/29790/waterandfire

I 'm crawling towards you...
Like a hungry red snake.
I'm one of those serpents
which are unable to bite.
Only they terrorise people,
by twisting slippy body, 
a hissing forked tongue...


I'm the kind of reptile
just hunted to be killed,
not because I'm a danger...
Just an innocent, blind
victim caused by the fear
provoked by the ignorance.
Better, murder me in fire
true passions always burn!


Dedicated to my fellow American poet B.J. Ashanti. The last poem's phrase was said to me by him in our first conversation. He inspired me! I swear I didn't ever know he likes snakes too!

VOICELESS REDEMPTION

http://photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=5859560

A tendency to go back again ..
towards his solitude returning,
remaining voiceless, hearing, watching.

The silence enemy or a friend,
a double-edged sword, for stripping,
a cry with no sounding, tearing.

His purpose, to evacuate his mind ...
It didn't stop feverishly working,
impaled the twisted snake in fighting.

Rooting about sensitivities,
deficiencies,vastly ghastly asking,
aches of love, remorses, struggling ...

A tendency to take down the switch.
exempted, not predicted the end
Away, himself not to comprehend.

To silence all the pain caused to love,
Furies not to laugh at him,  aloud,
the bad  wounds festering not allowed.