Sanober Khan

I live there...where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleeit's a place your eyes can wanderbut never seeWhere everyone accepts me,Without any pretenseIt's a place your mind can picturebut never really comprehend.

the time will come, my dearwhen I will hold you closeand all will beright againin the world.

You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

i am so crammedfull of fearsthat if you were to touch me i might eitherfly or break.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar...down my lashes' tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away,even before you can reach my lips.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

my lovefor youwill always belike a mountain stream.quiet. persistent. continuous.

my love is a winter__ mistgently dissolvingthrough the windowat the nape of your neck.

you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.

funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night__dream.

fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.

There is a moon,that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover__ lips.