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~(y)our timeless traction & tactilities :: in process

if, �touch has a memory�

then, your musky trailing arrival
driving me in a dense haziness
of a nimbus stormy craziness.. in
an impregnating petrichor
pheromonal spree

from

your gentle touching grounds..

I breathe erratically arrhythmic..
as if a wholly deathly choking, a
lumping painpleasure struggle
you stuff me in� in
your arrowing magnetic eye
bows.. that dents & shrinks
my shiversweating contours
.. craving your metallic touch

but then, the foreplaying
shadowy mergence begin
.. an overlapping venn diagram
drawn from our dancing
darkness solidities.. �

when the happening
happens.. as a harbinger
of a raining thunderstorm.. my
eons of meditative thirst..
is in quench by your �

t o u c h

and, this my vastly swollen
arid lands in a wetting need
drinks in your decembrish
rains
unto those deeply cracken
parches running in symbolic
mapping tributaries
of love�s intricacies in falling
apart pain stricken pages..

that evermore
intensifies the gluing
wet eternal episodes
of the One love in
its perennial season..
grows generous
in kissing amalgamation.. of
our earth & sky in rains .. in
our shameless asking naked
skins.. in your slowly
streaking brushes .. soft
& breezy, accelerates
�a raging red riding page
of an almost peaking but
yet a never ever peaking
that ever aggravating
& the ever abrading
plateauing over our
divine peaking in
holy vermilion
�accentuations
in scents of fleshy
buds in a tempting
tender rosaceaus
edible nascence..

the scents may lose
those pheromonal rebellion
you keyed in skin deep.. yet

what�s in those sideways
gushing lacrimal tides ..
in a incomprehensibly spelt & felt
ecstasy.. painted with a slightly
hueing melancholy of an ever
in yearn a rimming finesse
ache.. shapes a shapeless
fusing chunk of
a needy chaos
..
of our eyes
�� a ripened meiotic �
kite .. flying beyond
space times .. no, not
a dream run sure, could
feel touch .. it�s vividly
�serial killing happenings
-our peeling corrugate skins
from the burning humidity
of our wetly laden fire.. & their
innumerable carved out
tiny curvy corrugate cuvettes..
overbrimming in rains
rains rains .. of our

ammoniacal sweats.. studded
with mountainous salting tears..
crying out fluorescing �
blood as sacrificial hinting
tints

enough is not just enough
in this truth .. of �youme
of � �l o v e