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
Dewdrops like sacred groves
twirling on my parched lips,
with lavender Twinings inside
pouring muddle Serenity echo
on the surface of once
the brutality is hidden
lost, in the delights
of frozen warm apple-pie.
A loop of twinkle fields
decorate the darkened corners
of my throat, my white leg
like a partner in poignancy
with fireflies inside the mouth.
with you, I connect the solitude
extending onto my calm thoughts
mending the broken door knobs
and planting a loop of hope.
In the vermilion threads of sunset rays,
aberrant fireflies sparkled the molecules of tiniest grass,
the loops of a feather, imbrication of skin and lip
Aromas meeting raindrops,
the scent coinciding, intruding into the chaos of your numb eye
where the mind shackles see Apricity,
Eyes know the true palpitations,
Obscure stream of water
my lips that hold the shred of you
dilutes into molecules of your transparent memory,
for you are my abstruse, a diamond spark lost imagery.
“There is a field- I will meet you there”- Rumi
I know language of flowers and dandelions,
the language of thorns and crooked stars
silence resist in the topology of melting grass
like the Colossus,
I am lost in trepidation of white penumbra
surrounding my teeth and distance between teeth
hush…hush…my body is aerial
hush…hush…my grey segment of the index finger is silent.
In the cacophony of lost and found
I am a soliloquy speech
under your slick peels of love, hate.
I have a temple inside my chin,
for I am a pendulum of sonorous
©My Valiant Soul
The promise of high tide, the valour of blooming minds
in the blanket of stardust kiss
in the essence of my apron,
I carry thy words in my uptight hair bun
breezing the hopes, the yearning tongue in the air
Like I see a reflection in the consonance of my eyes
The paintings carved in my belly-button
like a deep slumber of a half-slept moon
establishing the prodigious words of skin,
the language of my pink tongue.
I see you as my dream-catcher sprinkling feathers on my soft breasts.
on repetition, you collide with my heart
An Orphic diamond kiss on my eyes.
The daydream is ephemeral for you shall rock
me in the cradle of lavender fields.
As my hair strands say phosphenes chants of you.
Inside the rim of a bottle
Or outside the grilled window
You poke and churn the mystical hoax
Digesting into the pool of madness
A reverie. A fiction. A ballistic throttle.
A healing iris. A gargantuan of flowing words. A paroxysm.
Peel the skin, scratch the inside of an apple
Search the word, burn it and inhale in
your surreal peace, preen the mirth
And swallow the liquidity, join your body
With its formation, a constellation of stars
Then, you shall know insatiable hunger.
Creating maps, a shadow of present and future,
I am scarlet, red ball of hope,fire with golden skin drooling in my cerebrum.
I hold your forlorn secrets of love, euphoria
Thoughts of tranquility, bewilderement.
The tassels of my veins drop from the abyss to your cascading voice
Voice of unheard owl,
Voice of stale rum from your creaking cabinet
Hear, the roar, then circle around the chords of fire and I shall put my sonder finger,
The soft baby fur in your twinings of eye
I may melt away, like the hot wax after the flamboyance of my stainless charm you see
That flickers on the epidermis of a new born child extending from it’s arm
Hanging to the knee joint of it’s granny.
Her skin, my revealation, my reflection.
You tell your clandestine tales as shackles to me, yet mingling in the soft comfort of
My nemesis-the Moon.
Curl your spirit, trim the patchy mud
Produce bouquet of roses
A potion of clairvoyance.
A coffin to immortal souls.
Jump on my palpitating marks of grace,
Swallow my gifted praise
Swallow the mercury,
The titanium I wear
the caress of my toes tickling your cold winters shrug
Embracing the pits you produced
The heinous acts of disgust
The conundrum play.
My vigor holds marks of indelible faith,
An alacritous Sirimiri
To compose the monotonous dry days
My nectar, sweet honey-suckle home to wanderes, the bandits, the truth holders
Producing a teacup of auburn rays
An array of shimmery light
The colossal rhythm on fingers
A dandelion kiss.
From my left toe, I bleed shouting the years of constant wound,
harsh numb, dead leaves hanging from my inner ear
The half lit candle smirks on my shrinking
Bedsheet, that lacks you.
With the sway of pendulum I count my hearbeat, hearing the drop of water from
My lips to your sturdy chest
Pour the breeze of mountain chills on my unkissed shoulder,
Then stroke the brush from the galaxy and paint my body with auburm kisses
Play clircles, squares creating a beguiling art on my naval
Where the earthquake is created rupturing new glossy shoots, wandering
For the further smoke of your tranquilizing face of love.
The world is a scorching lie, it gallops the light
swallowing the other half of a stale melon
climbing the stairs in a descending order
rubbing alcohol to one’s eye
the flaccid numb lugubrious eye
throwing dust in the basket of an old lady
And then cherishing the gaze of a falling star
crossing hair strands to form an impeccable knot,
I see, hardened rock in my navel, smothered like a beggar’s face.
The cryptic resonance, the elliptical sunrise
An egg-shaped lie.
Then, I see the light, white light adorning the dark background
forming patterns, jigsaw puzzles
Imbrication of susurrous paths, my eyelids wide open only
to scratch the remains of dirt
to pick up the lost child
and dancing towards the little loop of hope.
Auburn circles of faith, drooling hope in my throat
choking my senses to deliver the web of matched periphery of dawn to dusk.
I am hanging from the top of colossal tree, where children and lovers come
to bask in the mirth of my golden shade,
My sapphire corset lying in the turbid laps of nature
under the paintings of blues and purple
above the yellow, purple neighbours
in the memory of Olympic soil
I cherish the glamour, the petrichor
the crisscross on my head,
the elysian corners of hugging my pits
I am soaked in the essence that fascinates this moment,
As I am An Auburn circle of desire,
A daydream sweet pie, A hot ball of shines and flicker.
A solitude in everything.