And off to that hidden corner,
you withdraw;
the smiles that take over,
almost lost in the sea.
Author / Shiva Sharan
Abundance.
Soft, gentle caresses,
firm, indulgent grazes,
alternating;
a cornucopia of life.
Gaze.
That delicate little cusp,
On the brink of the plane,
Sweet, sweet nectar,
That flows.
For once, fucking say no.
Talk about your feelings.
Talk about your oh-so-sad, messy, hodge-podge of feelings.
For once, when someone asks you if you are doing okay,
Fucking say no and give them the real shit.
Association
Orderly chaos prevailed. The lavish tunnels, and the not-so-lavish faces.
A consortium of sorts.
A strangle tingling sensation.
Multitudes of faces. And bodies.
I look around, I’m king.
I breathe, I stay my stay.
I feel, feel my feelings.
I think about something juicy. I think I know what I’m thinking about.
I’m thinking about a feeling.
A rather curious feeling. Something that thrives on curiosity, rather.
I feel like I know you.
I feel like I know you, inside-out.
Amidst all the chatter, I feel like I know you.
Articulate.
A warm, yellow daze,
the night before,
the mild morning sun;
two figures, in unison,
mouths barely breathing, faces barely feeling,
bodies barely grazing.
a sultry afternoon sun,
a few passed days,
umpteen missed moments.
References
Archaic;
just like the word,
her tendencies.
Facets
The warmest of smiles,
The kindest of hearts,
Takes form,
The moment he gets home.
Brewder
Pour in some coffee,
let it flow;
chirp away.
Illegitimi non carborundum
Ceremony,
Pompous intentions;
one supports the other,
And in it,
We rejoice.
A Sight into My Psyche 