Stay here, still and silent;
I want to hear your eyes whisper
in sensuous words
those pauses when your gaze stays unmoved.
Is that a new language you’re inventing?

You body is a painting,
So don’t move,
Let me take in every detail,
Every hue, every tinge
of emotion sprinkled throughout.
Undisturbed, pristine,
Beauty uncurls herself,
And waits patiently
For the effect to take over.



Pull back the locks that hide your ear
And listen,
There’s a novel read out by the breeze
In words so soft they could be lost
Or even blurred
From raindrops into brown puddles
As the world unwinds around itself
And seasons slowly undress trees.

So wait, stop by,
Let my voice linger down your neck
Let every phrase feel your contours
For words are sculptors too
Albeit shortlived; time dissolves them
Without mercy, without delay.

So wait,
As they work on the masterpiece
And the future rolls into the past.