Darling


Darling,
a bumblebee of your name comes
and sticks to my comatose body
strewing words of your lips,
porcelain slick drops of rain.

There I am, endlessly counting
the threads of time,
your body like chemicals rushing,
talking tounges, flesh sinking in nature.
something surreal we deliver to autumn,
a painted silhouette of love.
We gulp the harrowing throb of time,

inhaling the movements of our doused body,
in a swamp of emblematic sheets of symmetry.
We become a pattern, a floral one,
darling...
this is how i take you,
Afternoon red sun.

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my valiant soul

A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

43 thoughts on “Darling”

  1. Gorgeous piece!! Very whimsical and dreamy and full of beautiful prose. Your talent is endless. Thanks for the share, beautiful soul, and I hope all has been well for you! πŸ˜ŠπŸ’œ

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  2. You use words and metaphor like fine honed tools that you can manipulate as you see fit. Again, I am captured by the way you do romance.
    These are the most gorgeous words I have read since I returned…
    We become a pattern, a floral one,
    darling…
    this is how i take you,

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