
Beneath my chin
above the nape of the neck
a heralding discover I utter,
a tune of orgasm in sunshine
a tune of roaring diaphragm,
here, I sit and count my fingers dipped
numb and electric,
so much despair
that stares back.
So much to reach
just a hand
cold, cold, cold
and nothing else now.
Limping and stuttering,
between my cold clavicle
with bones so thin and weak
There is a waterfall of endless poetry
dripping from my bosom
a monotone of soft , quiet landscapes.
It spills again,
roaming in a silver night
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I do believe there is a waterfall of endless BEAUTIFUL poetry.
Very inspiring piece.
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I am so happy to finally have you reading my poetry
Thank you. Hope you have been good.:)
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Feeling great. Thanks. I will be around.
Have a good one.
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Thanks.:)
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thankyou Radhika.:)
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What a stunning use of vocabulary! Beautiful 🧡💞
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Thankyou Shreya.:)
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Love the line “count my fingers dipped / numb and electric” Wonderful sexy work!
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Thank you so much.:)
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That’s a wonderful poem Devika ! Very lucid 👍🤝
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Thankyou. Appreciate your kindness.
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