the body is a loose powder
longing through the rooms,
vacant mountains of chills.
bare chest-
a throbbing slitting moan.
the moon kisses and watches over
linguistics of a body.
decoding cacophony of amorphous substance.
unwrapping a flower-
the body is dream, you must say.
it slips and sticks to the wall-
a whorl of pink tongue.
I sit and produce words during the daytime
as I watch over my window for a twig to be stuck to my throat-
instead I have maroon dreams and floral nights -
sore limbs now,
sore words- I shift to a different paradigm,
I shift to lotus from rose.
The arrangement of bones has a purpose now.
The sniff lingers between the hills and the mountain a sniff to overcome a dismay, a snippet of a saint through the threads of fragile life. Jasmine- a floral drop of snow now between my knuckles, rubbing against my pillow a cry for dreams, a lotus shaped prayer. Jasmine- a quiet nostalgic hope, prayers about fairies and daydreams, The sun and the waters, echoing wool of the sunburn. The sniff- my mother's voice an elastic memory of tales and despair.
Yellow – scratched and heavy an unknown desire to melt between the stasis of the sky. Yellow, a color that dissolves inside my thin muscles, my tongue wired up with your name, a loose sheet of kiss and melancholy, Yellow: a quiet tapestry that hangs loose bearing limbs out of balance bearing mouths dripping foolish sins. An external pain of the body, a pain crisp as our bedsheet
I am a bunch of memories that belong to the sky patched and cornered.
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I wrote my poetry book – Crimson Skins out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here- IT’S AVAILABLE AT HALF THE COST ON POTHI.:) I have posted the reviews for my book in past posts, check it out if you are skeptical. I would appreciate it.
MY VALIANT SOUL 