your skin is a lumberjack
my fingers pricking the whims of your touch,
a vacant room suspended on my white skin,
a chair of your voice,
screaming, aesthetic nerves of the saliva.
i enter your body like a prayer,
again and again with hand-picked chants.
I spread
like butter on bare body,
cold sheets of absent air
sitting on my nostrils like a forgotten star,
love fills the places of vacant walls,
walls leaking
and veins dissolving.
love does that all.
(if my title does not do the justice to the poetry, pardon me)
cool
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Ah.
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How beautiful
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Love does that all – your poetry is Spring in Fall. ❤️
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And your words are flowers in a desert.
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Sometimes being names can be more fantastic, like one I read..
Loved it
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Being nameless
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Love does that all. Great one MVS 🌻
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Thank you.
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You are most welcome MVS 🌻
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Oh, I read this and my first thought is – it was raining. Sorry, but it made me happy. This was a gorgeous poem about love filling voids and so much more. It was so uniquely you. Bravo MVS.
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Hey, thank you for welcoming me back with your warm words.
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My pleasure.
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I wish I had something to say but this is just a good poem and I don’t really have any good compliments! Great job, thanks for writing such lovely feelings into existence.
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You are a nice soul. Thank you so much.
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You have such an amazing soul.💖
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Haha.
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Why laugh? It’s true!
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Well written 👍Love is omnipotent source of power
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Thank you
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Beautiful.
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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love fills the places of the vacant wall and I enter your body like a prayer..these lines are beyond beautiful. Love is painful and love is healing. Its the continuous juxtaposition of the emotions are we are a part of it. Beautiful, Devika.
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Wow! That’s so beautiful. Thank you lovely one
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A compliment on my comment.You are a sweet soul.
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😍😍😍😍👌
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Thank you
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Enthralling at first & breathless at last, that’s how your poems leave me.
Well, I’ve nominated you for the Blogger Recognition Award, I know you don’t do award posts that often but I was just curious about your blogging journey & hence couldn’t bring myself to not nominate you! 😊
It’s totally up to you to take it up & even if you don’t, know that I’ll always be your biggest
fan 💁
( https://nameeraeverafter.wordpress.com/2018/07/26/blogger-recognition-award/)
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Nameera, how sweet of you.
Thank you so much for nominating me and saying such sweet words.
I hope you are doing well.❤️
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Thanks for sharing…
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❤️
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Lovely poem
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Aww🌸
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my fingers pricking the whims of your touch
brilliant line!
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Thank you.
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Amazing write-up!
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Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:
Devika Mathur spreads like butter
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Thank you
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It enchanted me
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You have a very distinctive, unique blog with the most interesting topics!
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Honestly speaking, your comment looks very very formal.
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