Swim Lessons

 I am floating,

I don't think I know how to.
I realize that, as I drown.
But I'm not gasping for air.

All my senses are flooded with you.

Everything else is muted,

a mere background.

My legs try in vain 

pushing my frail body to surface.

I'm drowning in you.
You are the only thing that makes no sense 

yet all the sense in my life.

A Whole Lot of Littles

A little kiss on the corner of your mouth.

A little lick on your neck.
A little caress down your chest.
A little bite on your shoulders.
You are buzzing at all my nerve endings. 

A little nibble on your ear.

A little kiss on your oh so kissable lips.
A little nuzzle on your collarbone
as I inhale you in.

I'm wearing you for perfume today. 
  A little peck on your fingertips
which slid me into paradise this morning.

Straitjacketed Conscience

A long while,
wading through sure layers of mediocrity.
Once comfortable, routine like fresh laundry.
Now wrapping its vines around my neck
tightening its grip by the second.

Sometimes I let it be.

My skin turning a shade of bruised blue.

I'm breathless now.

My bones are tired.
My skin yearns for the kaleidoscopic.

I used to set your mind on fire. 

I am a wallflower now.
Time is fluid in here and yet is passing.
My life in cinders.
Fiery embers floating down to its demise.
I'm drugged by the mundane.
Will I wake up?
Will I have the courage to let go?