i know the formations
when i had your face
close to my lips.
voids went flickering
with aerospace dissolved
in the hymns of my carrot eyes

i tore up the blatant sky
that rummage your body
and your smell,
for i sleep with my eyes
dipped in your presence.
Soft balls of cotton inside
thundering my long legs
all about your hair-locks
all about your language of love.
I become vintage inside
your dewy arms and moles.
Your words, temple bells.

The whiteness of a damp canvas
augments as my pupil cries
for a slick kiss to form knots.
Knots of bond. Memoirs.
Ceremonies. Togetherness.



  1. I love this new streak of valiant and soulful poetry, so loving, positive and yet longing for more. The addiction to your verse gets worse 🙂

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    1. I am dealing with a lot of stress actually and trying to soothe my bones and breath through serene dose of writing for you become what you think and write.
      So let’s try that also! And thank you for believing in my work.🙏

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  2. 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 the first line made my heart skip a beat!!❤️❤️ I felt love , deep true love oozing out while experiencing this beautiful creation.. loved it immensely! 💕💕😍👌👌👌👏👏

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