Succulent

Succulent is a good word,

Sounds juicy and delicious

Tasty even, if you imagine it well

Then again,

Succulent reminds of young boys

Healthy in their prime

Smelling good in the autumn,

That comes.

But still,

Succulent is for gentlemen too

Who need to be squeezed right off

If it’s possible, only if possible

For succulent gentlemen

Are colorful in demands.

We are all centres of the universe

(Walk and write style)

*Poetry for people with cellphones and playful minds*

She likes to drink coffee with a straw

and smoke tobacco with a pipe

for she wants to keep her teeth white.

She too walks like a man

but far from that she can take, more

both pleasure and pain.

And by law she is bound to love

the choices of fiction or dream

or men greater in hearts or else.

And maybe she likes real letters written on paper

the ones you can actually smell on

the sweat of the writers' hand.

So you must drink up what she serves

those are recipes well sent

from pen-friends across worlds.

Creamy white

Light it up and turn black,

That odd symbiosis with the gloom

By nightfall gather the swans

And in creamy white submerge.

Stroke the hair with fingertips,

Claim the furious energy back

By nightfall paint that face

And in creamy white submerge.

Speak then say nothing

In smoke of nothingness then grow

Two parts chemicals, one part lust

And in creamy white submerge.

Take it all in your hands

Suck that pink wisdom deep

With eyes open just reflect

And in creamy white submerge.

Bend and never ask

Let the goddess scream a song

Breathe in, breathe out,

And in creamy white submerge.

Light it up and turn red

You are the geometric irregularity

But then indulge in simple math

And in creamy whit submerge.