poetry

silhouette

vintage photo headscarf(1940s)

this moon does to me what spring does to me.
the serendipity of lost lovers,
aching inside a tubewell of noises.
numb eyes, pink lips.
a lover’s greet.

beneath the shadow of the piroutte moon,
something surreal occurs,
a mother runs, runs like a fever.
a wife declutters her soul.
a tongue becomes colorless.

and a circle of hiccups surrounds this moon,
a nostalgia.
a daydream.
a silk bathrobe, caressing against the collarbone.
it happens like dyslexia,
a galvanizing moment perhaps.
people swirl here as if they do not care.


 

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Moonlight

i hear jars of jasmine
 in the pale moonlight
 singing and swallowing
 the day's lie
 the fallen mask of scalded hearts.

the night has a belly of jam and butter
 smooth, a swamp of blood moons.
 a feverish rush of adrenaline,
 saying chants to hypnotize.

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Moonlit Romance

Imagine walking on your balcony to a moon this close...
image credits- Pinterest

“Under your skin, the moon is alive”- Pablo Neruda

My body has gone counting
The twists and folds of your skin.
My hands have carved a tattoo
plunged into your chest,
where a basket of sunrises glitter
like the moon’s hideous smile.
I have heard the murmurs of your heart
where white earth blooms.
Like sagacious door-knob,
And the small key-hole,
where I flow like mesmerizing dust,
Aurora hair sparkles,
golden Orion of moon slice resists in you.
Crackles, splinters, chills, winters
found in your wet earlobe,
as I walk upon the moist earth,
my sagging dreams
only to meet your infinite luscious skins of skin.

©My Valiant Soul


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Closure

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Twilights of reverie

Mystic crestfallen nights

Warmth of endearing moon

Seduction of cool breeze

the penumbra of your surreal skin,

I have everything all, in this infinite moment.

 

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©My Valiant Soul


 

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Half-Moon Eclipse

 

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image credit- Gooogle

Particles of moonlit still stuck to my body,

Peeling my crestfallen strawberry heart

All that remains  is a pool of

mystery, a mauvy shadow,

A baked sunset

with glitters of a half moon eclipse.

©My Valiant Soul