Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Desert Rain



the ochre of the sands was a gift 
from the rain shadows they said;
they also said the infertile sands
could only taste the grains of salt.
yet, i was bound to be fallen...
blame it on the twinkle of her eye
or the tantalizing lure of her lips so sultry -
despite her choices, prior reservations 
or even the bond with another man,
the sudden bringer of mie joy
also brought along the sly sunken storms and 
affections so arid for mie heart...
and, i kept thinking -- 
sometime somehow the love will sing
and bid a farewell kiss to the long disdain
someday somewhere just the two of us
will drench n dance in the desert rain...

life resonated the sands of time.
and the clock stood still 
in the everlong quest for an oasis
and the longing chase for a mirage so blissful.
just as the clouds could never befriend
the 'pure sister of the ocean' and kept away
yet staring and denying the concerns to the self...
the rattlesnake in mie conscience forgot to sleep,
taken unaware and unknowingly, kept storing 
the green venom on the tip of its dry tongue
as it waited, perhaps for the last kiss
incapable of fighting the trapped heat in the sands...
and, i kept thinking
sometime somehow the love will sing
and bid a farewell kiss to the long disdain
someday somewhere just the two of us
will drench n dance in the desert rain...

life rejoiced the dusts of fall.
and the loner's fake attachment to his loneliness,
doped in the intoxicating whiffs
of the prickly pears and brittlebush scrubs...
the routine rambles in the cold of the moon
killed the dreams of the rustle of palm leaves,
and the tinker ringing of the neck-bells
mixed in a symphony of camel bleats 
and the childish howl of a coyote pup at a distance.
like the trust of the lonely bird migrating across the dunes, 
to perch on the saguaro when it needs to rest its wings,
the indomitable craving does no die...
and still, i keep thinking
sometime somehow the love will sing
and bid a farewell kiss to the long disdain
someday somewhere just the two of us
will drench n dance in the desert rain...

A Wrong Call



it wasn't that, to fall was not mie trait
i've had tumbled times before...
just this time alone, i bet to deal
to attempt a false no to the truthful lure...