all that is you

you have a burning orange taste
like the room lit with forest.
dark and sequin patterns of lust.

my darling,
i look at you and i dissolve,
 a cape of Ganges.
From your cheeks,
i sip dews of dusk.

and i worship you like a dreamcatcher,
praying for your lucid footsteps,
A soft murmur inside a winter room.
cigarette lips and pink nails.

in your shadow of Auburn smoke,
lips wet like a half-baked moon.
let me trace your lavender skin,
a filament of my springs.

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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.

70 thoughts on “all that is you”

  1. Wow! Stunning beauty of beautiful poem! Loved very sip of it! Merry Christmas πŸŽ„πŸ°πŸŽ„πŸŽ„πŸ°πŸ°πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽ„πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸŽΆπŸ°πŸŽ„πŸ’– Have a great day β˜•

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  2. Your opening lines reminded me of Autumn arriving with a burst of colours. The second verse had me flowing like those gorgeous waters of the Ganges. I caught myself lingering in the soft murmur of that winter room in your third stanza. And the half moon smile of the last verse had me sighing. Such beautiful poetry (and image) as always, MVS.

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      1. Oh you know a lot about guys falling for my eyes? Well. My eyes have everything as I say and I have anxiety, insomnia issues so yeah would wait for that to happen.


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