poetry

Cups, stains& cigars

I can fill your china cups with vintage memory of us. Where, i see you sipping my lips through the window sill, like a drunk sky & the tipsy moon. In the hitched- run of mundane lives, i drink your cheeks and mole, your legs & fingers like a mulberry pancake, frost often frozen. I like it that way.
i chew your scars with razor- electric nights of thor and acids. I do it anyway.

With a heart of a sun, i flip into your arms, cascading moments of dreams & dreams. Our bodies going wild fire, scratching depths to know the inner depths. The complete forest is lit.We run like mad currents, diffusing slivers of unborn kisses and future rain. We make love like the Himalayas, dwindling with the Pines or something more surreal. Something soft & crisp,the winds, the freedom . All knitted in my precious womb, my
place of togetherness. My thighs dance, magnets sucking my skin to cling me more. It speaks to me about your vintage cups, stain and cigars.
oh, i must be drunk now to sniff your vintage white shirt.

©MVS


39 thoughts on “Cups, stains& cigars

  1. “Sipping my lips through windows sill,like drunken sky and tipsy moon,..”this is nice to,comparing with drunken sky and half drunken moon…may be kiss does that to people,it’s gives kick.”the hitched- run of mundane lives, i drink your cheeks and mole, your legs & fingers like a mulberry pancake, frost often frozen. I like it that way.”””this particular lines are decent lines,but comparing man body with food items clearly states the hunger that women have and thirst of lust or love in her mind…it’s much more erotic in underground of these lines…and chew your scars with razor..is another nice line….”Our bodies going wild fire, scratching depths to know the inner depths” this particular line is toooo good💛…loved this line,the expression scratching depths to know inner depths is brilliant..”We make love like the Himalayas, dwindling with the Pines or something more surreal”This is Soo good,comparing love making with coolness of Himalayas,and natural scenery of pines and many more..I feel like two bodies are forming a scenery there itself,,”magnets sucking me to cling more” this is also most beautiful line…comparing the attraction or that pull of skin sensations with magnets and and how female wants to cling..And last line..sniffing the vintage shirt..purely romantic…I can imagine it..💞..this poem particularly don’t have difficult imagery or twisting oxymoron,it’s simple to understand,but the meaning and feel I got when I read every line is amazing…

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    1. I truly value your insights Kalyan and always appreciate your effort in writing such a deep analysis of my work.
      Understand that often, I am unable to be quick with your comments but that’s only because of some shit load work.
      I always cherish your words thoroughly.

      Thank you!

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  2. The opening line got my attention and then I swam in the pool of your words getting drenched and soaked in the warmth of your words. If only our simple minds could see the immense beauty of lovemaking you portray with your silvery words. My beautiful poetess, I fall in love every time I read them.

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