From A Jailor's Collection Poem by yesk nair

On the shores of your brow
I build a dream home,
There I can see your eyelids
Kissing at all times

On the shores of your brow
I build a dream home
From where I can travel
The deepness of your eyes

In the depth of your eyes
I can tangle you in passion
There I win
Your heart and soul

Later then together
The journey will start
Like tide and flame
Likenesses go,

Each hole of locks
Searching for rapture
Oh, the bell rang twelve
They’ll hang me tomorrow morning

Sorry honey, I can hover
Upon you like an alien then
Till we meet,
The other world I hope!