Chimera

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Fill the cacophonous rhythm of my mirrored-eye
with the cosmos and nightlight
entwined with grapevine of smiles,
A complexion of you, a shadow.
The craters enjoy the stratospheric
reds, greens, million of boomings.
I worship, with visual feathers,
burgeon smells, intoxication.
The deep smell of my pores
pronounce your name,
multiplying in the furtive eminence.
Then, the thunders dance
smearing lipstick of love,
coughing the dirt of abstruse corners
conquering the walls of illusion.

©My Valiant Soul


53 thoughts on “Chimera

  1. “Then, the thunders dance/smearing lipstick of love…” this life left me breathless. Your imagery is complimented beautifully by your diction in “Chimera.” The language was mysterious yet romantic at the same time; it’s somewhat difficult to describe, even after a few times reading it. Excellent job; thanks for the share! ☺️

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  2. Ah, great title for this piece. The mythological female creature made up of lion, goat and snake or the rare genetic existence of two different types of cells in one body (both equally formidable) describe how we become our lovers and our lovers become us. Your description of wearing the complexion of another and the rising of a lover’s essence from your pores, speak to this. Such passion! Great writing, Devika!

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    1. You are the only person to recognize the motto behind my title.
      I find it fascinating that “chimera” can be so powerful.
      All the insights are once again marvellously explained by you. No doubt.
      I am thankful for your sincere reads, always!

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      1. YOU are welcome..by the way stylish dp…..I always love your work..you know that..sometimes I even don’t understand the depth in your work..you also knew this..but I am learning to go into depths..I think it will be difficult..but I will try

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  3. You never cease to amaze…

    “Then, the thunders dance
    smearing lipstick of love,
    coughing the dirt of abstruse corners
    conquering the walls of illusion.”

    Never. Above is proof. Peace, MVS.

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  4. The deep smell of my pores
pronounce your name,
multiplying in the furtive eminence.
Then, the thunders dance
smearing lipstick of love,
coughing the dirt of abstruse corners
conquering the walls of illusion.
    This beautiful poem you can feel her depth of her love and lust for this person!!! I loved it. I always learn something new with your work!

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