you stand so aloof
yet the stillness of your body
throbs against my own
************
I rub my chin
reflectively
each pore of yours
is doorway to heaven
heaven I find
deep in your eyes
iris reflecting
I caress your spine
haunted by your scent
I house myself
in periphery
of my disintegration-
amalgamating into you
21 comments:
agamal... amluga... Ha! I can't even read it correctly silently.
nice bit of word play in that last little bit...
Wow, this was beautiful and unexpected! Well Done~ I love how you did this :D
Very sensual piece.
Really brings home the impulse to make the two one.
Like a chorus from the 1980's song: "I'll stop the world and melt with you."
These are beautiful and work as haiku in their unexpected juxtapositions. I think you'd be really good at writing tanka too. They use nature imagery to arrive at the same feelings of love and sensuality that you do here. Really well done!
Very nice work. Love the tone of the entire thing, but I also like how each piece evokes slightly different feelings. =)
Gautami....?
That was HOT!!!
I love this side of you
Thanks for sharing
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
Now Now! Now is not the time for tingles, is it triptoes? Fantastic poem...you excel in this genre.
A beautifully written and sensual piece of art....
Delightful love poetry.
immediately fell in love with the first one
sensual! this is what I pick up.
each pore a portal to heaven...cool
Your falling into it! there's no saving you; but, maybe you don't need to be saved....it just might be true heaven.
your haiku and poem evokes those amorous feelings I house somewhere back in the recesses of my forgotten subconscious. Yes! I remember what it was like.
And that's what you want...to arouse your reader...which you've done. good job. thanks.
so good - these are excellent
Beautiful and sensual poems. I love what you've done here.
very clever response, weaving so much
Both are beautiful!
Very sensuous lines.
Unity in amalgamation!
Nice use of the prompt, it's always fun using words in different ways isn't it?
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