(Read Caption) Going back to the past, I have never felt so relieved. Past is an abstract background where every flower owns its own garden, where some are withered while some still gives you fragrance. I felt that fragrance today on my senses, when they crawled from my lips to mouth and disappeared into the intoxicating plethora of solitude. The yolk of each sentence took me to your world,where_ I was falling weak on my legs, as you were half waiting from years to complete the inner layers of your skin. When I was the only thing left, you chose not to touch me_ for I can be the past, and you wanted me in your present. I clasped my eyebrows on your words and they felt shy. I smiled a little. I shut the door for no one to see us. I hung over your metaphors, you let to describe me. I undressed myself keeping each word of yours on my bare skin~ to feel the touch of those unspoken things. My hands swayed in your ballads and I danced on my feet until each word aroused from its heavenly abode asking for breathes. I portrayed a breathtaking abstract painting against the wall with my tresses all wet. Slightly, every droplet poured down to the ecstasy reaching the minimalist art of living and the desires, hung all over me. Your art seduced me like the inebriated soul of moonlight and the artist in me longed for more night. As the morning cracks of autumn wood, I sunshined my ephemeral pleasures on the neck of your sentences written for me. My fingers travelled all over, from the point of reaching your mesmerism theory to my hypnotic navel of aurora. I dug all my fathomless vulnerabilities to the extremes of curled leaf as in holding the spring. The moment I exhaled all the fortuities in the memory of remembering your words, the wall bulged out it's ossicles of hope on me and I heard you travelling through me. I fell down on my knees and I found the glimpse of your winking words, looking at me. The helpless racing beats pounded on each word of yours until the stars left me and your poems shined on me. #moansandmoons #yqbaba #homelesspoet #home #mnmheaven
