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[purely] bound morpheme
there's something inexplicable at first
about your sudden origins from nowhere
and signature presence throughout the day
right from dawns' dark nascence:
your unceasing winds
swaying all ways
in tubular coolmint deposits
with overpowering guavaish scents
of sticky prickly-chaff's inflorescence
and indignant roadside airs
of municipality's rawcut leafblade, those
thigh-high grown cockatoo grass piling-up
though some remote mustiness
from distant rains' store
floats on in davana notes
blows in a dare checkout
sketching my rather submissive outlines
slashes forehead wetness curls
of which a clumpsy strand posing
as, "a zoomed arched black sword
across mascaraless eyelashes
until pale peeling lips"
pulls out at limpid ease
further impoverishing
segments
skirts lift such highs
from your wavy undulations
expose a skimpy being
to hottening knives
cut~illumining
to many incandescent bits
of a singly summating soul
in harness of
intimate summersun in summons
whence comes this cool primal
freeform, filling in our nothingness
medium by indefinitely definitive traverse
so allows its other end
in magnificence: still-solidifying
flares of helium passion simmers
hardly containing itself, in a secondary
reachout to this miniscule untouchable
in slow-pain dissolution, primary bellows
hold me in meandering discourse, whilst
I gear up in solidarizing fundamentalities
that which now tantamounts
to your conquering warrior
invariably cutting across
my continental mass
at sweetshy disposal
Published 26th May 2015
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26th May 2015 5:02pm
a'mazing cascade of wordery & imagery & seemingly spontaneous abstractions
beautiful uma
2nd Jun 2015 8:47am
Tq dada fr read n words n inspirations.abstractions,illusions n delusions we swim in..let it be until that stops all of a sudden breaking all..eyes n hope n pen.donn know when, but tiring blurring grays are setting in...
Anonymous
29th May 2015 8:22am
I think you just transported me to an exotic sand swept place, magical carpets you weave through your words, Uma!
2nd Jun 2015 8:50am
28th Aug 2015 8:30pm
Classy erotica at it's best. The thoughts are clear - the circle upon itself of the relationship is clever. I particularly liked 'your unceasing winds
swaying all ways'
because it was plain in a stanza of intricate descriptions.
Thank you for the write!
swaying all ways'
because it was plain in a stanza of intricate descriptions.
Thank you for the write!
