I know of a lady in white with a mouth full of promises, spreading a nocturnal path of flowers, like a longed kiss above the eye, a lady that slips in my chest, within the small rim of my fist, a sniff so wild, a mouth that dwells on mountains moist. a lady with a potato peel, with cardigans and wool on her mahogany table, entangled like dust in her bun, mouth covered with layers of smiles and powder, a moment of purple sanity, a lady in white that lives in a suburban city, with marigolds just in her eyes. —————————————————————
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with our bodies colliding this night sings a song of petunia, a soft spring blooming behind our feet. A velvet yawn of a quiet afternoon.
The night is a tiny flower thumping against the sun-kissed breaths a hum of summer, a hum of winter.
The mouth dipped in the greasy elbows, a pathway to the flowering petals. Silver droplets of water, the body shrinks like a caterpillar now, sparkles of the rain, Too many screams now, too many abstract bodily postures.
This night delivers a tangled knot of whispers of leaves, like salt, the whispers rubbing our elbows, quietly. Hushed. A season of moist talks.
The dialogues of life, cold and tiny making my bosom collapse at night, with white nakedness of velvet sky and the paper sniffing my skin, a hard yawn of the afternoon, a dark spot on the skin- The dialogue of life to my springs, to my sharp scandal of the eye. This it. This is she. A massive sea beneath the hand, beneath your mouth, a massive ocean with softness of mornings This is she, between the eye of sunsets happening.
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I am more than thrilled to announce that my second collection of poems will be soon released this year. “Crimson Skins” deals with life journey, loss, isolation, etc. I have stayed honest throughout my poems and this took almost all of my energy. If you are fond of my writing style I urge you to keep your eyes wide open for it. This book is an outcome of my 1.5 years of sweat, tears, and ink.
I hope you all stay excited as I publish this book with Indie Blu(e) Publishing. This amazing book cover has been designed by my talented friend and artist Henna Johansdotter.
For i see a tree behind a house made of clouds
a slow whisper entrapped beneath the soil
that never moves an inch
a state of wellness only getting harrowed
like a static voice losing the soft cotton-like warmth
each day where the bells pause to chime.
We come across rooms full of stars and nights
and things even harsher
Imaginations of people breaking apart
or true maybe
The slice of pain is where it must have all begun
numb and electric
Everything seems on fire
where it ends
where it begins
no one knows.
Thins behind the valley seem plain
with ordinary roses
ordinary chirpings and shadow.
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