Your love should never be offered…(Hafez)

Your love should never be offered…(Hafez)

In poetry while searching for the impossible, the incomprehensible, blazing arduous tones so foreign to our senses we revert to personifying everything that moves as if it moves through us, whispering winds (sharing secrets of trysts under rustling tree branches, bickering clouds ( one made the other one cry, and soon the whole sky was howling in symphony), stubborn wood, stretching stones, and pornographic tree branches arching to protect strapless dolls, walking the earth of literature brushing their hair, and feeding each other honey, like nymphets in the forest of their psychedelic smiling narrator.

Couldn't * Not * Write

...the tone of a silent  ring
surrounds the breathe of an angels wing
which gives her speed for right of flight
along the blazing tones of light
that murmur orange subtleties 
of the known
like a carpet that rolls out to my feet
brushing up against the sands
of yet another night

sun show of melting into the sea
conspiring a poetic hope 
in the swaying of a lemon tree

the darkness better projects the silloughettes
of giddy souls 
that run like lost hopes
along the moving sea
discovery is what they are
direction not needed to be 

mystery lures, like the
ocean foam envelops the ankles
as you choke down 
the toxicity of a salty
floral breeze. 
You are a part of whatever is now
and what ever will ever be.

where hallucination conquers the drug
on the battle field of the instincts duel 
at intervals you appear in induced states
absorbed into a moment not yet lived
of an attention not yet given
its just great to be all livin'
between the spacey airs
of an apple vodka kiss
that is yours tonight