I could still remember how she smiles luminously with her mellow lips. It was like I could tell from her dreamy eyes her invitation for a kiss. But it didn’t matter, because I knew I was reading her wrong; or I was lacking in courage. She is the most beautiful unscented flower I ever found, yet, her vibrant fragrance was a temptation; a desire that made my shallow mind unsound. I could still remember how I fell for her. If only I could tell her those words. Those words.

For a long time,
I’ve been trapped in a rounded cell
Where stillness is bearable.
Breathing spaces,
Inhaling emptiness.
There was home, solitude.
All the moulded thoughts
From yesterdays’ broken silverwares
Were feeding my core.

Did I move?
I found you there.

Six days of havoc
Against the spaces of my helm
Then, I surrendered.
Did I see it coming?
I could,
Yet, least I didn’t expect
A nymph stealing my past
And bringing drizzles of hope;
Pouring over my laments,
Washing away my burnt tears.
You crashed and created me.
You freed me, I fell for you.

It didn’t take time to know you.
It didn’t need word to tell you.
It didn’t give chance to continue.
All my desires to have you.
How I ache to hold you.
The silence and the gaps.
Your smile and being simply you.
And me, a soul unworthy.

These spaces
Are unbearable.

Half awake
From a failed romance
With my chaotic bed.
And here goes
My tangled body
Flirting with my pasty brain.

Who cares
To where I am heading?
Wait, did someone
Just traverse a greeting to me?
My day started after all.
“Good morning,” I sighed.

Hasten, my overused sanity.
Quench my thirst
For the velvety aroma
Of my coffee weaver.
There she is, as always,
Wearing that humble smile.

Between untimely instance
And my fruitless predictions,
I am dazzled and revived,
While she garnishes
My cup of caffeinated fantasy
With her splendid beauty.

By tick, I fall for the sensation
Of my stirring lunacy to you.
Alas, I can only paint
In my sleepy mind
The savoury moment
Of our clueless love affair.

— diakomakata

I can hear you whisper.
Your delicate tone spreading its wings,
Giving birth to a sound of bliss.
How soulful it is to listen.
I can almost taste your luscious desire
From your trembling plea to exist.
Go on, sing your love song.
I am letting myself be engulfed
By your sultry accent lifting my being.
As your innocent lips soar,
Murmuring to the serene sky
Its grace and dreamy thoughts,
I can only eavesdrop afar
With all your fallen feathers
Dancing around my loneliness.

— diakomakata