i love the rain it reminds me of you,
every droplet a tender touch
at times, a storm or two
terrifying passion
you used to call us
lovers
we were always more than mere
man and woman

it keeps raining in these part of town
raindrops falling causing
ripples on the ground
like my thoughts just going
round and round
"repetitive motion"
you sometimes whispered
my eyes drawn to you but
yours always to the ground

if irises are round
trace our line of sight in
perpendicular motions
i will be waiting in between
those moments your vision clears
anticipating the silent drop when
our eyes meet
turning two points into one

basilisk ****
nonparticular inexecrable exit
art ****
the lips on for breakfast
twilight zip entanglement
meticulous bending and sensual telepathy

fever-sickness
rock 'n roll boo-boos
lilting black 'n blues on the caboose
puppeteering every tasty ***** loose

chews the collar
thighs and necking room
bustling bussers it gives ifs
gets down with

daisy, dior, dkny, grapefruit(purple) to narcisso and pink sugar too

Bliss tainted madness
playing tug-o-war with
January's vacuum
Years of passing down groupies
to the most recent djs playing bad dubstep tunes
and that sickness of seeing iloveyou's abused

Floating or
sinking.
What difference
does it make
when in the
end
you will
always be
surrounded
by ocean?
(The shore
to be
forever out
of reach.)

"It is the last"
It's all I can say
Like the 31st of January
We'll be on our ways
The bright city lights
Fireworks' flames in the sky
Will turn to ashes in the air
And be gone as what we did
Somehow, you're a part of me
Oh, my very dear January
But you only gave me days
You're not my tomorrow to spend
So tonight I'll linger
The cold breeze outside my door
I'll wait more stars to shine
In some more days
My January's coming home

A new year just started with                                                                                   A fabulous and wonderful month ...                                                                       January is not a lone month ,but                                                                            It's always different with its Winters ....                                                                 Blizzards , snows , rains , floods , and                                                                    Too many things over there ...                                                                                 Woolen plovers are worn by people                                                                       And woolen gloves too ...                                                                                         I feel differently with January's all thirty-one days ....

it doesn't feel
like new beginnings outside
when there's black ice at every turn

but when snow falls it's possible to pretend
that the world is erased
and with it
all mistakes

January tenth,
Setting sun searing the sky,
As I learn to breathe.