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Alchemy of desire
The helpless ripping mouths
The stoic frozen pain
The mementos of harsh desire
The monochrome in Gaussian blur
The crimson of the shredded membrane
The beyond of the midnight rainbow
The corrosion of the centres of gravity
and the dissection of the smudged field of vision
into the rhapsody of ‘chroma’
-
Endless sheets of life transpire
conjugal with the agony and ecstasy
of the byzantine union under the veiled moon
Skin tingles and shimmers and burns
petals of light bleed into ephemera
as the wild marsh smell of the groin
mingles with the pregnant ocean scent
of our love juices- fluid and flowing
Karmic imprints and genetic blueprints
amalgamate and storms die silent
-
The slow shared breathing
the small aureoles mottled with desire
the elfin features with cherry riddles
the defenses assailed with
love, truth, thrusts and memories-
hushed, rushed, fragmented, full
-
The collective consciences smothered
with the stoicism of ‘to or not to’ cracked
the prolonged erections of seamless dreams
of fireflies, flimsy shards of gamma and fecund lands
all merge into a tapestry which blooms
as hands penetrate like wild primrose scents
and the imprecise sky darkens without a prologue
The stark and fragile barriers of indecision get penetrated
by ageless forces within channelized by robust blood
-
Shiva is a magnesium wand that dies in the arcane radiance
and Shakti is the penumbra of being and non-being
aglow with a million momentary portals
and triggered limbic system
and they coalesce
while the soul smiles in astral glory of love.
p.s-Origin of the original image unknown.
Retrieved from my post and recreated on
Lightroom.:)
The stoic frozen pain
The mementos of harsh desire
The monochrome in Gaussian blur
The crimson of the shredded membrane
The beyond of the midnight rainbow
The corrosion of the centres of gravity
and the dissection of the smudged field of vision
into the rhapsody of ‘chroma’
-
Endless sheets of life transpire
conjugal with the agony and ecstasy
of the byzantine union under the veiled moon
Skin tingles and shimmers and burns
petals of light bleed into ephemera
as the wild marsh smell of the groin
mingles with the pregnant ocean scent
of our love juices- fluid and flowing
Karmic imprints and genetic blueprints
amalgamate and storms die silent
-
The slow shared breathing
the small aureoles mottled with desire
the elfin features with cherry riddles
the defenses assailed with
love, truth, thrusts and memories-
hushed, rushed, fragmented, full
-
The collective consciences smothered
with the stoicism of ‘to or not to’ cracked
the prolonged erections of seamless dreams
of fireflies, flimsy shards of gamma and fecund lands
all merge into a tapestry which blooms
as hands penetrate like wild primrose scents
and the imprecise sky darkens without a prologue
The stark and fragile barriers of indecision get penetrated
by ageless forces within channelized by robust blood
-
Shiva is a magnesium wand that dies in the arcane radiance
and Shakti is the penumbra of being and non-being
aglow with a million momentary portals
and triggered limbic system
and they coalesce
while the soul smiles in astral glory of love.
p.s-Origin of the original image unknown.
Retrieved from my post and recreated on
Lightroom.:)
Published 4th Nov 2011
| Edited 29th Dec 2011
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4th Nov 2011 5:15pm
Beautiful explosion of love lust and beauty..masterfully painted in words in this poem..peace Crim :)
4th Nov 2011 7:05pm
Thanks for stopping by Crim.
And coming from you I will
take that as the best compliment.
Write on.
S'
And coming from you I will
take that as the best compliment.
Write on.
S'
Anonymous
4th Nov 2011 8:27pm
The entire 2nd stanza is my favorite along with:
"The collective consciences smothered
With the stoicism of ‘to or not to’ cracked"
Awesome!
tornado
"The collective consciences smothered
With the stoicism of ‘to or not to’ cracked"
Awesome!
tornado
4th Nov 2011 9:05pm
Tornado.
Thanks for stopping by.
In this the second is my
favorite as well. In one
poetic possesion of it's
kind it had come out.:)
Glad you liked it.
Write on.
S'
Thanks for stopping by.
In this the second is my
favorite as well. In one
poetic possesion of it's
kind it had come out.:)
Glad you liked it.
Write on.
S'
