i rise  

 
 
 
 
(4)
those minutest artefacts to each scents  
and trail of your magnifying vacuum
wafts around in a strange infusion through  
growing pores that hatches and gobbles  
them in a vital necessity  
 
 
(3)  
It’s your eyes of melancholy  
that had set in fusion with such
phenotypical sparks of mine
that’s dying or perhaps pleading  
to be loved. an intermingled dying
 
 
(2)  
those whispered good mornings  
are hard punched thickly smooches  
over my naked lips and eyes in  
pleasuring shivers of a deep  
kill-drill, and …if such fleshy lacerations touch our souls  
in mergence, am much predisposed to our mutual  
diminutive lustslaughters to lightly liberating layers  
and stardusts  
 
 
(1)  
that enveloping ring of magnetic intimacy, as you
surround me from behind as an arc that’s delicate  
yet draws intense in an unsubdued craving, I know  
you know the nuanced geometries and sutras
 
 
(0)  
your compounding termitic eyes had corroded  
my aroused bosom countless times, still it
cankerously mushrooms towards our  
sweating fertilities moistened inseparably
in anticipatively floating dreamy realities  
 
(-1)  
your lightning reflex in once plucking hard
my fingers away from steaming flows and  
that slightly hidden endtone of tucking them in  
you...say its not just humanity, resinous  
gums bud & bleed in me towards yours  
in the rising  
 
(-2)  
this manic soul  
as if in exaggerated extrapolations  
searches you. just you. from anything  
that's true that the truth appears within  
in visions, from gripping alchemies  
of love in devouted severities  
 
(-3)  
the way you left me....and still more  
that brusque landscapes in brutal silence
where you mangle me in teasers of pain, smells  
of love and it’s thrilling entanglement
 
(-4)  
the wait is forever. the kill the bleed the death  
 
yet in love  
i rise