A Lady in Incognito… I’ve been feeling something new, Something near, something dear, Something off the monotony Something very peculiar. Is it something fresh and new? Or a ghost I’ve seen before? My soul has wept for many nights, Washed again upon the shore. I’ve been sensing something odd, Strangely present, oddly known, Feeling like an infant yet still feeling fully grown. Now I found the crux of it A soul, with hunger famishing, A lady in incognito, A lady quite ravishing. Something gets my gut tickling, With Oxytocin, I gleam, waiting for that Cupid’s bow To shoot a killer beam… Behind those tipsy, silky drapes, Lie two dense drops in milk, Are they coffee? Hazel? Vanilla? A mystery in the strands of silk. But I ask something different, Behind that flirty smirk, Behind your eyes, of hue unknown, What emotions do lurk? Beneath the halo of your skin, Inside that practiced glow, I seek the soul that’s trapped beneath The self you don’t show.
Moonlit Serenade In the quiet of the eve, With the cold breeze’s flow, Holding hands of her moonlight, Walking with her glow. The moon shone brighter, Blacking out the stunned horizon. The stars, jealous of her charisma, Watched her outshine the sun. Gods disguised as rain, From the heavens, descend down, To feel the warmth and wonder Of the girl who wore the crown. The trees bent in greeting, The wind played with her hair, The earth embraced her footsteps, While the mist blurred the air. We stop, stand eye to eye, Hand in hand, near the distance, And I whispered that she was The pulse to my existence. She then pulls me near, And our lips brushed together. I too began glowing, when Still fell the weather. Without saying another word, We just strolled ahead. The night itself shut her eyes, As our radiance slowly spread…