BEDAZZLED
in the morning i am sipping
all the calmness of your voice
i own the multitude of dreams
the solace of northern skies
haunting my soul
the glow in your eyes
are the total recall
wincing me love
i walk my days on a shore
my footprints and yours
are one
at time you wait for the answer
i love you
my sweet surrender
in the morning i am sipping
all the calmness of your voice
i own the multitude of dreams
the solace of northern skies
haunting my soul
the glow in your eyes
are the total recall
wincing me love
i walk my days on a shore
my footprints and yours
are one
at time you wait for the answer
i love you
my sweet surrender
© CERI NAZ 2013
IN
THE BLINDNESS OF LIGHT
i
have rehearsed reading
through
the spectrum
wrapping
the circle of fire
i
can feel your deep breaths
pushing
upon the depths
of
my bare skin
each
jiffy reminds me
the
spotlight before my very eyes
the
enigmatic touch of your smiles
each
drop of endless droplets
of
unchanged royal sun
igniting
the love of my life
i
have stolen the wavelengths
rushing,
flashing , blinding me
bedazzled
with the unfading distant stars
from
the remnants of dark mist
that
we both kissed
until
forever
unveiling
the mirrors of the day
the
rebirth of our yesterday
© CERI NAZ REVISED 6-29-12
COMMA
SUTRA 1
drinking
this verbing psalmic rum
blood
warming purple plum
wiggling,
twisting on a couch
smooching luscious thirsty mouth
it's
going to be a steamy night
scenes
rolling blinding-sight
passionate
tremors sending
like
tiny letters and litters gasping
the
eyes, the nose, the cheeks, the broad breasts, the lips
extra-killing
electric kiss!
down
and deep, squirming hips
sucking
those iambic tricks
jolts
rhyming the heartbeats
the
strokes enticing like heavenly treats
each
delicious inch of words
rocking
to the edge and over
clutching
these holy metaphors
inside
a penetrating force
riding
the guru's sonnets and allegories
freezing
hypnotizing parodies
panting
from the ecstasy of poetic stories
snowy
surreal engulfing figure
loving
the way getting into the fire
delighting
my wavy lonely wire
hoarding
robbing my whole
as
i'm reading the author's soul.
© CERI NAZ REVISED, APRIL 22, 2013