You are the wild
flower in the field
And I embrace you
under and above
Yes, who
I waited for
was you
So taste of the dried
fruits while sick in love
As in the shades of apple
trees, we yield
Tag: poems
Teacher II: The King
To understand
was my expectancy.
But finished books
would never satisfy
There’s meaningless
inside of everything
The more I know,
the more I hate
And that, our fate:
A path, unstraight
I shake my fist,
it won’t change anything
Just grasping for
the wind as it goes by
And I’m left riddled:
Our ascendancy
SoS III: Love Awakens
I fall into her
endless opal eyes
They sizzle me, her
burning bag of myrrh
No jewelry can her
beauty not surpass
A natural love made
perfect in nature
As laying in a bed
of open grass
My heart, a henna
cluster, blooms for her
Left hanging like a
jewel around her thighs
Sos II: Strangers
Why do you look away,
as one pretends,
From her, the sun-kissed
country girl
Or maybe she’s
a gritty city girl?
Caring for others
from the start,
She’s grown a warm
and passionate heart.
Although she’s not as
prim and proper;
Like them, she’s
not pale skinned and sheltered,
Why keep her like
a stranger from your friends?
Boiled Peanuts
Are boiled peanuts something
you would eat
The simmering water makes
them extra sweet
Though they’d prefer their
sitting on the shelf
And this is nornal
As I’ve been boiled
mostly by my self
But agitation makes
the rest more sweet
And I’ll rest sweetly
when I watch you sleep.
the fragrance writer 