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& there will be the fullen newmoon mydriasis blooms… in our sleeplessly mooted bonfire irises
1.
~a forecast of elemental foreplays~
for such stretch of burning sun~ days
these months, 'chances of thunderstorm'
flash this night was a welcome tone..
& precisely right from the whole lot hot
gluey day’s late morning, they the
“மேக மோடம்”... promising pregnant
skies gathered in a dimlit yellowly
drowsy grogginess.. meanwhile some
their fair hands were toning down
their scorchy deathmetal to only an
uneasy silence made just bearable...
..with cracky lightnings on all corners
winking electric as flickery teasers of
a telltale something mystery in its
ominous sightings... the vociferous
thunderstorms of a drumming night
now.. & also, I feel i am in your deep
thoughts now.. the myth of a
midnight’s romantic hiccups are
in their each dulldeep emphasis
laid down as revealing “love~ups”
2.
*~sensual tactilities, extended~*
the pinks of my yearning in~skirt
had given way to thinning ribbons
in threaded separation... swanning
in sensually unfurling flags.. over
the bulging calves to sterning ankles
in its awaited yielding vulnerability..
..from those combing core~ abrasive
dryheat palms in streamlined striations
running south.. & then north until lushly
thighs, standstill as condensive sweatskins
of a slight coolmint numbness crisis.. quivers
now in a sudden impassioned thaw, to quick
wafery crisped rows.. from your starching
heat stimuli
3.
+~the corporeal~cosmic communion~+
the preluding green teas….
(the shapely tag hanging outside the
cup... sways as a mini kite of feeble airs
around.. religiously knocks in the holy
metallic engravements of Tibetean
temple's long spinning prayer wheels
..in bosom~riotous shrill sonorities)
..drunk... in an elegance of an anytime
ritual.. pours in a crop of amber flush
downpours.. of your innervating bitter
astringencies, in an unraveling clarity
supper fed well with bread~ rolled
bodies stuffed with honey~soaked
glisten garlic bits as bitten munchy
adjuncts play the sexual pickles..
arouse the surreally bloated nippling
raisins from your overnightly soaking
thoughts.. raising to your ploying
fingers in action
4.
#~an ode to the happening habitat~#
the dingy 'pigeon cages'.. a nomadic paradise
(where the skins of mixed origin dusts
smother subjects of you & I.. as armours
of unmoulted matted mat, wavering in
an abyssal unbound invitation..
..also 'dust'ed over objects of no or little
attention, over the half~decently shelved
to the umpteen cartoned books books &
books, piled~up rags of used ~ unused
travelbags backpacks sandals shoes,
an array of trolleys- pillared to floored
..waiting for a sudden fleet of travel
.. still juggling inner alive those laced
lingerie~ reds & black, foldable yoga
mats & tee~ track suits.. georgette scarfs
& assamese moga silken shawls
& some more dust addons... the trapster
cobwebbed corners of months unerased...
hang like trapped lungs in phlegm irony
...of the very b&w x-rayed corona times
& there these bubbling translucence
in off-whitish pearlescence... mighty
dust mite invisibles... quite nestled
on couches to crevices.. feasting on
perhap the same dusky sweat skinfolds
& curvaceous bends ,, where your hands
slide in at ease of sexercises..racing in
with the furthermost momentum,.. esp.
on those sultry hot noons... when you
showed in sudden as an avatar dreamt
or so have I been daydreaming...
tiny flies too abuzz.. the drosophilas
in conspicuous cosmetic, red~eyed spots
..mob the sweet fermentive juices of
love... their clumpsy cloudy dusty bursts
feels the 'righteous' warrioring maggots
over the putrid~ cancerous 'mind' greys
culled to coffined confines..)
of colours. as rainbow threads of our dreamy dyeing
steamy fabric... in clear~ distillate misty perfumery sprays
-of jojobas, avocado, primrose.. & the red candy painted
skies , the caramel~ honey dripping pillow ends,,
of mirrors... from vintage to new age gobains
magnify our lamplit pupils in conference .. & our oozing
hazy reflections in melding outlines... of our dancing
silhouettes morphing ever ..to pacific trenches to
gondwana plateaus to everesting peaks... & so
5.
%~ hits home, this sleepless homecoming~%
sweetburdens of this so~ junkyard rathole
feels an agelessly used~to life warmth
in your tender asylum... my refugee
eyes moisten.. in a rush of gritty dusts
fllows out in pleating links of a sync
(this miniscular 'sacred ruins' of Us
is a budding paradise.. better off
than a solitary Rosa damascena with
its petalless emptiness in a blown off
plunderous past.. & a deathly blow
to it all, gotten extinct from its roots
Rojave.
..the intense red rusty rocky canyons
of the Mojave desert too are not those
sadistic stained & vained street reds
of the blood hungering city urbanities
in narrow~minded red brick robotic
clones.. in the so sprawling apartments)
here, endless scented candles of paradise
melts & burns as overnight lighted flames
in the nightsoil lands of love's unsleeping eyes
in rarely blinking puller magnetic fixations
.. laden with cyclical revolving curvy cuboidal
eyelets of a finely miscible dejavu .. of dreams
glances, touches, mimosoid touch-me-nots,
deepbreaths, sunflowers, rains, writtens,
summers, butterflies, jasmines, midnights,
orgasmic musk, dawning nascence, soft
swollen eyelids in baby wakings, lacy satin
plumlips drinking in nectarine dewdrops
beelining main course meals and endless
etceteras to sweet nothings...
opens up as colloidal eyerush of golden~ silver
sun~ moon pools in constant colliding chaos
called 'us'. home
#7 #ERULGCT
Published 7th Apr 2020
Author's Note
#7 #ERULGCT , long blabberations yet again.. crackcode minimalist is still eluding this sleepless scribbler. excuse the longerations :( hope it all comes across.. hits home. HOME. US . LOVE. you know. Robonoid xx:)
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7th Apr 2020 12:27pm
I just told Rob that you two need to publish a book of this series. It's truly a testament to Love.
7th Apr 2020 12:37pm
Dearest A, your Napo well conducted & so much dedications had been a greatest inspiration to this Endless Love Glopo of Us.. the only other & main inspiration being Love.. Hope the stellar poets make this a true spectacle time & again. & Thanks A, certainly wud cherish this series.. & go twards publishing of this One . Love Light Peace to you, JB & All Napo & DUz & the UNiverse .. Prayers at these times. Keep safe plz xx:)
7th Apr 2020 12:39pm
That is such a beautiful thing to say, Uma. You alone a are a true inspiration to us all at DU! Much Love, Light, and Health to you guys, my friend! xo
7th Apr 2020 1:08pm
7th Apr 2020 1:54pm
Sensual flowing writing uma. Wonderfully descriptive. You are a gem.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
7th Apr 2020 2:09pm
An amazing write that I truly and deeply love.
So many incredible phrases and wonderful surprises.
Just crazy beautiful.
So many incredible phrases and wonderful surprises.
Just crazy beautiful.
7th Apr 2020 5:48pm
I must say both you and Rob since joining forces have taken poetry to a whole new level. I think whatever chemistry, cosmic forces, fate, gods and faith in love...are in play...its quite extraordinary the amazing outpouring of your work.
I agree with Ahavati, compile your poems and publish it.
I agree with Ahavati, compile your poems and publish it.
7th Apr 2020 11:55pm
Tend to agree with kind comments to publish.
There is much, as usual, to contemplate in your woven verses. I not entirely happy with the structure of my poo-ems and they read as if rushed to finish. I shall carry on regardless ;) Love me xx
There is much, as usual, to contemplate in your woven verses. I not entirely happy with the structure of my poo-ems and they read as if rushed to finish. I shall carry on regardless ;) Love me xx
9th Apr 2020 6:42pm
21st Apr 2020 2:39am
A whole season of changes on Earth and in the sky, set to a Rush song beat
