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Between your dewy lips and wet time
 I see clocks of white hills
 humming skins, throbbing breaths
 pure, symmetrical breaths.

Inside the tempestuous wilderness
 of your eyelids and thumbnail
 A reflection of paradise exists.

Once again, the frozen earth erupts now
 holding chills, heat and rains all inside
 sulking the primordial fights
 and blossoming tiny weeds of hope.

In the moisture of inks and skies
 Indexation of our inundated words occur
 Hysteria, Incantations, Contentment

™My Valiant Soul

That September

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair”— Pablo Neruda

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In the sleepless nights of thunder and laughter,
I craved the shape of your mouth,
where the butterflies built a rainbow
soaking in the solemn orange skies.
Tranquility glitters as my reflection
and my anklets clamour my tears.
Oh, the moon weeps, upon the last September
where I was here and you still a dream.

©My Valiant Soul


 

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.

©My Valiant Soul