Morning Ritual

She lights a cigarette: ripe black berries - her lips - hold without regret the cigarette which she rolls with the smoothness of silk - her lips horizontally caressing the glued end; the warm Sun collects its warmth and places it in the fierce flash of fire struck by the matches gripped in her palm.…

Wind Blown Whispers Wind Naked Down The Corridor

The morning chill came with a thin drizzle - dipped in tea and served with tobacco. Nausea was gulped down the throat for breakfast - the back of palm wiping the mouth. Trapped in a brown jacket and your green eyes, I felt a sudden urge to ask you to follow me to a place…

Stray Morning

Now that I have drank coffee, I seem to be fully awake, and morning is still happening, bringing in the monotony in my part of the city - young boys roaring on motorbikes, men and women at the temple, grocer's cart, bakeries, and flower shops; girls from the aviation institute in their mini-skirts, showing their…