another unresponsive love

your cold hearted unresponsiveness

to my seeking you so fervently

makes my heart slow down

threatening even to stop pumping

that life giving blood to flow

to every fibre of my being

your hiding your face

and letting me not know your dwelling

that i may not reach you

to plead with you listen to supplications

overflowing from my heart

the centre of my desolations

your running away from me

with those gold ear-studs

your stone deafness and silence

of that widest wilderness

not even a camel, the desert ship

can enable me to reach you

to deliver my message

for my becoming whole

henry victor           16.04.2010

walking to beat the gloom

i wondered with some sense

of depression

whether the operator

of the world’s weather

and seasons

yesterday

pressed the wrong button

leading to my falling

with a jerk and a shudder

straight into the ‘green-less’

and ‘grain-less’

fall

skipping the good part

of spring

that makes water fall

from the big, or a small

mountain

and the entire summer

making the canyon

busy with buffaloes

and prairie dogs

making me to walk

to beat the gloom

otherwise would push me

to flog my mind

until it bled

and

was forever dead

henry victor      02.05.2007

trending in my mind

these days, and cold nights

of winter, you trend in my mind

where i see my fingers sailing

on your long, silky black hair

that covers my face as my nostrils

sniff and squeeze gently sprinkled

fragrance on your whole body

like that red rose in full bloom

even as my lips search to kiss

your forehead where the waves

dark are parted before moving

to your eyes and tip of the nose

© henry victor          04.11.2017