How I want you

My fingers are our lips,
deluged & soaked
in our memory of sunset walls,
with an eye of  the heart,
scavenging our skin,
altogether, in patterns,
i want to be your mouth
always moist,
always full,
with soft pearls of moth,
i want all of your body.

image& words ©MVS
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Dreams and talks

I could smell your wine, 
your amniotic sheets
of pure stars and silicon lullaby,
regenerating my outgrown toes and stale stairs.
this head wrap is a lie,
if your nights do not talk to mine.
You become my pool of waters and waters
that kills my dead skin, on repeats.

You wander, like a dream
soft and tiny
in my 4 A.M talks, the moment of collision
I see your swapping legs and arms
kisses and poetry
tears and scars,
A mulberry sheet of dreams.
I could smell you once again
in the words of pillow marks,
in the arch of my windowsill.
Knitting and defying this entire life,
you do it in a pattern.
You do it always.

©MVS

NaPoWriMo#14

How- My- body- Loves- You

Hold me like soft sand and poetry shimmering inside our luminous body. With neutrons clinging. Alphabets dancing. Hold me in the ebb of your turbid arch of bones that wraps my skin against your beard. I see my sagging breasts colliding your face, erupting cocktails and exotic dreams. I hear crickets churning my stomach. I, ingest my fears and swallow my dewy rainbows where you circle my lips with moist conversations of love.I place my frizzy coconutty hair on your chest and you knit a dreamland back and forth.I swallow your caricature and drink it like a cupid or something even more divine. Sinking beneath your foot I douse my fingers with painted doses of smile and hopes. A forehead of sunsets and mosaic, I chew my crisp quixotic air till I am floating like wax. This is how I worship your transparent shoulders, your utopian breath, little murmurs. Loops and magnets of lipids and liquid dreams. A grasshopper marks my mouth with your rosewater incensed air. Here, a collision occurs. Occult.


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Fill the cacophonous rhythm of my mirrored-eye
with the cosmos and nightlight
entwined with grapevine of smiles,
A complexion of you, a shadow.
The craters enjoy the stratospheric
reds, greens, million of boomings.
I worship, with visual feathers,
burgeon smells, intoxication.
The deep smell of my pores
pronounce your name,
multiplying in the furtive eminence.
Then, the thunders dance
smearing lipstick of love,
coughing the dirt of abstruse corners
conquering the walls of illusion.

©My Valiant Soul


Methods and Ways


Let me sew your linings of solace
onto my blank, numb fingers
like the gasp of a saviour dreaming
Orange, Red Vibrancy
And I pour you into my wine glass
magenta and red my blood splashes
My mascara, discerning and colliding
and I dance and dance

I think of rainbows and you
where my world floats
like the catharsis of words
And I am Divine and Pious
With Intersperse threads of lust
I fill the hollows of my palm and ankle
I sink into your fulgent walls of ambrosia
The softness I eat and gulp.
This is how I worship you.


®MVS

Into You.

I ate you like the black spot of the moon
splitting the silence
and dissolving the quietness
in the peaches and apples,
I asked your thorn too
with an ebb blooming onto my eyelid
softness cracks, butter lips
Jupiter, Mars dancing
I ate you still, coating myself with wax
I see you behind the slick cotton sheets
where memories slap my tongue
I see you, Yes…I do.

I thrive and wrap and surrender
my soliloquy white silence
in the flash and soils
and I see still myself sinking deep
into your coconuty eyes.
A conjuncture of Aurora,
Repeat, repeat, repeat.


As we Sink

Wandering the Good... — pictureperfectforyou: .

i have watched you swallowing my winter talks and gripping my crooked breaths
I become an empty air in my body surviving for your arms and tongue
the weeds that grow inside our bellies, something divine occurs
like doves and pigeons, we flap and nurture
my red nail paint chips and get dissolves into your teeth
you ingest me with soaked balls of kisses and softness that of the moon
I see you like a shadow i want to digest and churn into my stomach
i see you as thunders and the Himalayas
perhaps, I can be the icicle of your cheeks sitting onto your lips
screaming my undertones of solace and then
bites, bites, some more bites.

At this point, i am floating like starfish, Corals
at the nape of your neck
where i once tattooed my clandestine tears, now volatilized, faded
and so i eat you like my favourite breakfast
day and night
night and day.


™MVS

Things I will Preserve

There are things that I want to protect. Like the oxidised carbon,
like your mouth and my ferocious voice.
My earth shaped body: heaven resist into my temple mind,
like your inundate doses of love prayers to me.
Your sun-kissed pavements, mosaic dreams.
Your vintage lullaby’s while I am a mess.
The sunsets that we adored while we clicked our moist tongues
There are things I want to count time and again.
The hush oceanic fingerprints you carved onto my bosom
The silence that we sank into, the eruptions of sordid lust and galaxies revolving
If I had a red box, I will preserve your words, pictures, stained teacups,
the old mahogany chair on which we did crosswords together
That old whiskey smelling blankets I hid
after you were gone,
I want to count it again and again.
Your white shirts piling on my navel,
like a tropical meadow of white roses
The cold layers of evening when I drank and danced
You kissed me like a newborn baby’s skin,
My abhorrence divided right here,
Till my skin melted, aroused and melted again in yours,
I will count that further and further.


Published yet again in Visual Verse.

Many thanks to the team! https://visualverse.org/submissions/i-see-you-3/

©My Valiant Soul


Stick like a Shadow

Image Courtesy- Self
I cling to your mauvy shadow
 Like an auburn Meraki of stars
 In the meadows of lust,
 In the turbid blue hemisphere
 Seeking your Serendipity of breaths,
 Brushing your knots of cryptic bizarre kiss
 And mixing with my tainted red lipstick.
 Swallowing.  Choking. Yearning.

-My Valiant Soul