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


 

Romance

 

 

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Fumes of twilight shout your name
adorned in gracious pastel fields of paddy
Aroma and lanterns of your touch
conjure the magic in this cool breeze
making my inner shades all yours,
My teeth clasping your skin,
like the raindrops romancing with the earth.
Inexplicable, beddable for you.

©My Valiant Soul



Wild Star

 

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That night was like firecracker. Galaxy overloaded with the stardust. The hums of two souls on this bed sheet could be heard above in the oblivion red sky. The music that our touch produced, the chains formed of lust, the golden promises, the congruence of love. That impeccable mystery rocked the spaces above, it rained heavenly like our jocund voices were heard. The smell of your skin mingled with the Celebration flew across, through the fields brushing those mustard crops and to the valley declaring thunderstorms. The collision was into our breaths, into our sighs.

I saw you bitting my tongue. My pink tongue.

My moans took the form of transparent dewdrops, it was a paroxysm of fire and ice, gliding through your sturdy caricature, flowing diligently into your mind. Creating motif. Chemical formula finally lingering your colossal enigma. The intrusive knots of passion.

It was the thumping of our heartbeats, the intoxication of love, the caress of your touch, making me that fragile flower blooming in despair. A lotus. A shadow of your soul dancing on Earth.


P.S -My poem Soul on Soul published on Spill words. You may check my work here.

©My Valiant Soul


 

Pastel-Dreamy love

 

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like colours of star-dust,
with pastels shade, devouring my deleterious thoughts
or the beatific sparkle in petals of morning sunflower
you paint me with the bottle of red wine,
the colours splashing on my skin,
on my waist till the moonlit drops
on my lips, drinking the mystical sweet nectar
cracking my nights to make a vivid lacuna
A lacuna of fondness,
the smell of sheets penetrate into my bones
lifting the veil of frozen thoughts,
like painting colour on a white jackfruit
then bursting the same
burst your touch on my forehead, burst your flow on my cheekbones
a crackling sound, a music of the symphony
Lion devours the she-wolf
A fight indeed, or the wild ocean of invincible smell
the smell of us breathing, Melody
Jingles of star in the galaxy
stroking us with quixotic flavours of cupid
Puerile streams of river now flowing on my sweet breast
on my lips,
on my refreshed eye
creating a new landscape, a landscape of roses romancing the wine.


 

And the Galaxy Bursts

 

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Colour my fingertips
vibrant red,
a rainbow of purple and lust.
choke my throat,
smear my lipstick
Hanker my pool of slumber
with your bare embellished shoulders
Invincible like sea-shells.
Poke my balloon of dark stars
to deliver fairy dust
wrapped on my firm breasts
surrounded on my naval
where our galaxy meets,
like the unseen love-making.
You be the Wolf, and I shall be your voice
yearning, sweating
soaked in your periphery,
till the sky evaporates.

©My Valiant Soul


Chants of you

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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.



 

A Secret Star

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Beneath the professing sound of my laughter,
Above the splintery skin of my earlobes
A music of reverie churns inside my naval
like the icicles formed, sticking
to my opaque, incongruous chirpings flowing
in the arms of my composer
my sooth sayer, my caretaker.
The dormant dormitory now kindles,
as the path of dark abyss moves
in the horizon of encapsulating time space
where the drops of my wrinkle free cheeks
move up in the sky,
embellishing,
accessorizing,
as that brightest star,
fermenting your once dead spirit,
near your soft pillow.




 

Periphery of us.

The pond of breezy footsteps,

The eye of solitude kiss knitted from the colours of pinkish sun,

The ripples of love making in the caress of my hair,

The dusk jotting down the sidewalk with your colourful shadow

Like the blue vintage chair adorned, safe.

You kissed the demons from the whites of my eye,

Like stars blasting colours in the horror sunken sky,

Red, orange , and my heartbeat

Struggling through the narrows of connive heart, the chains of numb finger, into the periphery of you and me.