Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos Quotes
how is it thathe's alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.
this life has been a landscape of painand still, flowersbloom in it.
the time will come, my dearwhen I will hold you closeand all will beright againin the world.
I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss.
May the nights always be aglowwith the bliss of the daywith unharmed hands and feetand kissed cheeks.
You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.
my lovefor youwill always belike a mountain stream.quiet. persistent. continuous.
There is a moon, that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.
A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.
Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.
There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.
Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.
for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.
The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.
my dear, we are all made of water. it's okay to rage. sometimes it's okay to rest. to recede.
And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn.
Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.
A single poem, alonecan turn tidesscatter galaxiesand burst forth with riversfrom paradise.
If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.
a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet, when my soul isheavy with sorrow.
moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.
May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.
in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.
Sometimes I think, I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.
With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.
