Intimacy-

Longings- these moments of a kiss. Occurring between us. Occults of time and space. Movements along the waistline. You scream again and again about the slightly dehydrated sky.

We – a passage of transparent sky slurps the bees. Wild mulberries pressed against the cheeks. How do you not see this? Movements along lips. Thunder of God’s voice down in my womb. The flexibility of this verb- a shudder: the red Sun. How do you defy this?

Say it- Say something about barren empty nights as life perches. Dissolution in water. This is a mere hallucination. This is what the body desires now- syntax so lost and translated in your postures. This. Biology of each molecule-shuddering useless violence. May I squeeze it further? This- That.  The grass is gaping at me. Sun dissolved in Stars.


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Yearnings.

 

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In the memory of your conundrum body, I carve my outline
onto your colossal caricature,
The dreamy eyes, my paradise of lust
I see my thighs dipping in your skin,
biting the tiniest part,
tearing the flesh to discover the hidden mirth
Swaying my dark hair on your sturdy wet neck,
I take the holy waters into my parched mouth,
Insatiable breaths, defining my yearnings.
As the galaxy smiles, the stardust tremors.
My skin expands into the colour of our burning flames.
The throbbing of heartbeats,
instils the dandelions with thunder
With the evolution of us, I discover
a shadow of smiling moon in me, for I see her lining
hidden into my belly-button.
And , the spring is born.

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