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The alchemist and the urn
Words hurt
Distance matters or not
The root of unfocus
and dreams of locust ridden expanse
of dying gold under dancing gray
The mind envisions and constructs
Blood travels, rushing and gushing
I pour myself into every nook and cranny
you melt in the hard nothing but me
The potted plants and the beaded hair
the morning cup of Darjeeling with ginger
Every act
every moment is
a memory
a scene
a portrait
a bubble
We are a cocoon
a multiverse
My eyes are your nest
your womb is
my abode
my coffin
Every time my fingers
run thru
you surrender
and the color runs deep
de-fleshed, de-boned, deconstructed
You move beneath me
and the ground moves beneath
You are
prime
supine
un-prosaic
We testify
celebrate
We
run amok
chortle
and pant
We
crash into
the twilight forest
and catch escaped dreams
while they slide down
from the soaking black
of unconscious -afloat
You shed a few drops
and your lips scorch my skin
-fulfilled, adjoined
We are the Siamese twins
of soul love
You want me to be
within you-forever
It is but an empty room
with high walls
and distant voices
and noises of love, despair
Something bursts within and
fireballs radiate
I cling to your edible knees
and ride the supertide
with eyes closed
and my soul trapdoor opens
You
glisten
glow
germinate
And let the pain caress,
undress
Inside it is
a bleeding yin and yang
of white and crimson
The tapestry
of lukewarm love.
Distance matters or not
The root of unfocus
and dreams of locust ridden expanse
of dying gold under dancing gray
The mind envisions and constructs
Blood travels, rushing and gushing
I pour myself into every nook and cranny
you melt in the hard nothing but me
The potted plants and the beaded hair
the morning cup of Darjeeling with ginger
Every act
every moment is
a memory
a scene
a portrait
a bubble
We are a cocoon
a multiverse
My eyes are your nest
your womb is
my abode
my coffin
Every time my fingers
run thru
you surrender
and the color runs deep
de-fleshed, de-boned, deconstructed
You move beneath me
and the ground moves beneath
You are
prime
supine
un-prosaic
We testify
celebrate
We
run amok
chortle
and pant
We
crash into
the twilight forest
and catch escaped dreams
while they slide down
from the soaking black
of unconscious -afloat
You shed a few drops
and your lips scorch my skin
-fulfilled, adjoined
We are the Siamese twins
of soul love
You want me to be
within you-forever
It is but an empty room
with high walls
and distant voices
and noises of love, despair
Something bursts within and
fireballs radiate
I cling to your edible knees
and ride the supertide
with eyes closed
and my soul trapdoor opens
You
glisten
glow
germinate
And let the pain caress,
undress
Inside it is
a bleeding yin and yang
of white and crimson
The tapestry
of lukewarm love.
Published 4th Nov 2011
| Edited 28th Dec 2011
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Anonymous
4th Nov 2011 8:21pm
You write so fondly of this "tapestry of lukewarm love".
Favorite line:
"You want me to be within you, forever
It is but an empty room with high walls
And distant voices and noises of love, despair"
Enjoyed,
tornado
Favorite line:
"You want me to be within you, forever
It is but an empty room with high walls
And distant voices and noises of love, despair"
Enjoyed,
tornado
4th Nov 2011 9:07pm
Tornado.:)
I could tell that you enjoyed.
And it brings such joy indeed.
Will write and share more.
Write on.
S'
I could tell that you enjoyed.
And it brings such joy indeed.
Will write and share more.
Write on.
S'
4th Nov 2011 9:11pm
5th Nov 2011 3:37pm
If one looks at the samples on DU in the 'Erotic Poetry' tab, this is a tiny cub in a world where pterodactyls rule. And yet they say Genesis is a rock band.:)
5th Nov 2011 4:37pm
erotic in depth with superior imagery. it's very fertile and flowery, a bit much for my taste if i'm perfectly honest, but it is a rush of emotion through the images that's meant, and in that it succeeds. write on. [:
5th Nov 2011 5:51pm
:)Will do J. Thanks again for stopping by.
Glad despite the odds(The genre has been
questioned, by some)it conveyed. Elated.
Glad despite the odds(The genre has been
questioned, by some)it conveyed. Elated.
Anonymous
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6th Nov 2011 10:27am
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6th Nov 2011 8:02pm
