Imagery Love

It comes & knocks, once again, to the very earth - 

makin' winds listening to its hums & havin’ dreamers lost

into velvety grown philosophical shades of chivalry hearts' - 

Hearts’re meant to bewitched with much peace, love & delights,

but I wonder, what it’s supposed to be, if there’s no rainy-love-lights?

So, when it - the rain - comes, as if, certainly it's just came, 

I - the writer - have - has always much of it to write on; to say... that…

...

“The first rain of October pours (-ing) me a glass of coldness

wrapped with... in euphorically frozen shades of rainy-squat-beats

I feel the pleasure... it brings to me so early in the morn

that I ecstatically love breathin' in.

What a rush it is! Rain works (-ing) as a morphine… to heart

that later makes people swingi... with the pairs of “Imagery Love"

It’s warmed, moist & soft to lay completely unclothed in very bed;

taking sadistically whapped curves under utterly warmed & half worn blanket:

You sleeping next to your soul mate with calmness

& embracin' her quite tight with slight pleasure, sycophantic

Ultimately, your feet tickle her bare though half-naked legs,

Smiles imbued with her face; mouth gasped & she twitched, enraged

So early in enchanted morn, you break her creampie ankles’ anklet - oh the lethal bracelet

Sadistically, erotic it is that rain brings you such majestically manifesting rejoices of splendid love

Whatever kinda rain, without shame, you name it,

There’s & will always be the pleasure of bold ecstasy even in an every first rain to seasonal cold change, transatlantic.”

Unless

~*~*~
Emotionalism of your romanticism imbued with the shades of my iridescent heart,

& the honey-eyed hum of etching breath emerged into sultry itched snore. . .

. . oft. harass us ov’r the mid-dew of introspective night,

I soothe you with the possession of stately transcendent obsession,

Unless the distortion of B–grade–B-lust have you erupted down to the ripples of my insatiable life

My life – the night – a shade – an ash – the sin – one delight –  

An inflection of unsatisfied love – of all the hunger above – 

the sniffle of quizzically blown winds unseen, my love… 

drag (s) you straight to the ruthless constellations of boulevard’s sleazy street,

I cover your uncover body, lying naked in our bed, with the pleasure of my whole emperor warmth

Unless you go twitched, from the very top to naked bottom, like a vulnerable slave completely enslaved with defeat.

~*~*~

Indecipherable Love

Lost into the paradox of illusive tenebrosity
I trembled ov’r the burnt un-burnt slacks of the flacks of un-illuminated nights,
yet the past wasn’t even completely vanished into winds,
hell, my heart fell for another hypnotic language of soporific love ‘ighs
Heretofore, I’d encounter rouge heartbreaks & know that
how it feels when bistouries cut the feelings of raring heart into bistorian’s slice
but I ignored the fact, apart that &... meandered into the sinuous-love, beside.
And, in a brace of shamrock shakes,
(Oh, the life with braces, bloody peanut butter cup cakes, & the love squashes
eroded the ecstasy of love by the meanderings of tears, awhile)
To next morn, two way street, my life was became. Subway love, it needed.
(I found me into the shattered pieces of grey, hit the fist in walls, Heart smashes)
Excruciatingly painful it was to..., but every single night, I bled --- the soul weeded.
(Nothing I found from love expect the pleasure of fake ecstasies
that neither let me think nor let me sink with or without love kits, of all outdated love seventies)
5 Years gone, yes, the millennia’s been walked off my life
but still there’s a tint, a speck --- the memory, a shade left behind
that oft. wakes me up ov’r the salacity of night
& stabs my spirit real hard not once, not twice, but multiple prime times.
Neither I forgot my past nor will ever neglect
but the language of love’s indecipherable so how can I... even one intellect?

I Believe ~ The Need

Under the canopy of lux --- castle, I believe, am in need to get sleep

with your influx body lingering calmly ov’r the sackcloth of hay --- hay weed

Look at ov’r the skyline need, & feel the pleasure of falling snow deep,

& take long breathe with an every curve we taking in the herds of sleeping sheep.

May be, am seemed a bit in hurry cos, am the stranger nobody, & would certainly be...

turned into the mist of secret wisp;  lost in the rhapsody of capsidae night, shortly

& You’ll only find me in distant memory,

in your spherical artillery tear drops; in an every hinge of mystically mysterious misery

So, I believe, am in “want”; on “hunt” to soothe the thirst of lust --- bust arouse deep...

inside the gateway off of wild yearning. . . to have us both burnt up in flames ---

The Flames of discerning

cos. . . Ho, I believe, your love might be as cold, & mold as winter’s uncontrolled snow;

as warm & moist so deepen & rejoiced as the wring of spring’s grown glow

I ain’t even care of what you beautifully though ahh... ahh tumultuously bestow

lying naked ‘neath the same roof, under the sane sky;

on the lame hay sackcloth nearby the flammable fire wall "Ho!" Cos, what I just believe’s --- 

I’m in need to satisfy another Moe --- Hoe.

Alpha Plus ~ The Web Version

I encapsulate the volume of your delicate words

You magnetize the gaze of such rapture

I’m often in need to quench my voracious thirst

that’s being insatiable since the frame of love, captured

Sodaholic spirit, are you. Workaholic scandalous soul,  am I... I’m?

We both need to swing along with each other...

..till the morn knocks at our window pane, Ma`am.

Fabric wears, you worn. Ralph Louren, I oft. wear

"My eyes may see your racy elements through such hazy fabrics

... then why don’t you take 'em off?" You overhear.

Let me have you undressed first...

before the fuzzed ray of crushed morn disturb us, 

You’re absolutely a nasty slave to my sleeveless heart, but

Take off your everything even the innocence sus

I’m here to snatch you off your lonesomeness 

Without questioning, Just take my hand

                         You -- the object for a night, I be your Alpha Plus.


Ps.
A couple of months back, I had written a post called "Alpha Plus", but somehow I ain't post the write across my literary web site, but, late in the mid-dew-night, after some modifications, I dropped the post on my other site so admittedly, I named it here as  "Aplha Plus - The Web Version". You may check out my blogger post under the same title name as well. Just visit the below link, it'll certainly lead you to the hell-zone xoxo ;)

http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/09/alpha-plus.html

~ Tears In The Rain ~

"You ain’t know, with how much pain the world be passing through,
You only watch it through bare naked eyes what’s damn shown to you, untrue
Behind the veil of happiness, there’s distress of melancholy heartaches,
but you can’t fathom the meanderings of relationships, not even to the fullest
How many people’ve been living across the misgiving world along the misery or pain?
(O`... the tears in the rain)
How many familes’ve been dying since the arena of prime-uncertainty to have you sane?
(No ----- you can never see their tears in the rain)
The world’s damn drooled with the complications of impulsive implications of life
but “The Humans” do only care of what they’ve been born to do: “Mayhems In Night”
Ye -- you can never count the pain with your fingers, not even on your toes
but, If today someone be your friend, by morn, he’s certainly counted in your born foes
Late night, in the midst of broken crowd cowed with light noise,
I’ve seen her tears in eyes; tried hard to volume an every breath she took deep inside
though every single time I stepped ahead, she’d look at me & sigh:
 “O` hell yeah, I’m contented with whatever my God’s given to me to decay,” she obliged
You can never see her tears not even in the transgress of melt-down tearful rain
(O`... the tears in the rain)
To have her fain, you’ve to burn auburn emotions to whip out the imprint of dint plain

                                                                                (No.. No ----- but you can never see her tears in the rain)

although you ain’t know nor’ll ev’r ev'r know, with how much pain the world be passing through,

You only watch it through the veil of bare eyes what’s damn shown to you in disguise, untrue

Gloomy day & miserable night ----- outta blue. The petals of rose in the eve of hue -----

                                                                               Everything’s sat up to complete the incomplete purpose of very life

but nobody sees not even looks throu’ what’s damn resided to the night of mid dew, Phew!"