Emotion? Sans.
Lips. Invite.
Red, intoxicating.
Fatal.
Your eyes.
Corner me; shove me against a wall.
Mesmorize. Devour.
Our breath.
Rhythmic. Moist. Inaudible.
Your fingers search for mine,
As your lips tuck themselves into mine,
And the tip of your nose (warm),
Draws invisible (passionate) lines of lust
against my cheeks.
I. surrender. willingly.
Tomorrow is another day.
I'll learn your name then.
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20 comments:
Hello,
Havent seen you around in a while!! :)
Nice to see you writing more.. You should write more and more!!
Loved this piece...
Will be dropping by on your next post!!
Cheers,
i really liked it..
can make a 'tomato' turn more ruddy.. :) and it ofcourse proves that you are a pablo neruda fan..
and in particular, the last line, makes it all the more ameliorating..
PJ: Not to sound rude, but my memory plays games with me.. I have unfortunately forgotten who you are... Apologise. Do re-introduce yourself please :)
Aman: THis poem is my piece. The one below this, is Neruda's :)
P.S. The last line was deliberately inserted. I hope you knew.
thats what i call sexy literature :)inspired i believe :P
Shifa: Haha.. The lesser the words said, the better.
This poem is THE piece, surely..
The last two lines are killer !
Oh I love this.
hehe.. ya, i know which one is yours n which one's neruda's.. and even i hope i knew.. n which 'now' leaves me violently curious as to what goes on in that head of yours.
Perfect. :-)
I love the way it's been set up. Just ... stunning. Absolutely love it. Balances the lust with the object of showing that the identity doesn't matter in the best way possible.
Just ... amazing. :-)
Ashish: Appreciate it man. Thanks :)
Shalaka: Haha.. Sometimes it just hits the nail, doesn't it?
Aman: My head? Hmm.. lots of things... inane things really. Don't give too much importance to it. It'll leave you impressed, yes.. but perplexed as well.
Nanda: *takes a bow*... Remember the talk? Haha.. on my way...
well, i thrive on inane things and in the so called dichotomy of impressiveness and perplexity, i belong to the second faction. perplexity is innately impressive and impressiveness is innately perplexing..
Aman: "perplexity is innately impressive and impressiveness is innately perplexing.."--brilliant way of putting your point across!
Anyway, my head is a curious space... like most poets... have experienced many things in one blow... if you're a poet, you'll know where I come from :)
i don't exactly know who and what is a poet and from what i know, am not certainly one.. but i guess i know where 'this' emanates from.. anyways.. would love to chat on that, 'curious space', with you sometime..
:)
Aman: Don't be too modest. This world doesn't have place for such souls. Imagine yourself to be a dusty, old, forgotten poetic piece from a dejected poet's book. The world's fingers will feed on u like termites, inch by inch, and then crumble the remaining you only to throw you into a spider-infested jar... you are a poet.. learn to revel in it.
P.S. if this didn't make sense, nothing will :)
Lusty, oh yes. :)
5 silver rings : :)
YOU'RE LIKE A SLICE OF FRESH, HOME-BAKED BREAD SILVER RINGS....
I HIT YOUR BLOG BY ACCIDENT AND AM
NOT SORRY I DID.
I have a confession to make... my eyes darted to the last two lines before anything else. WOW! "Tomorrow is another day. I'll learn your name then." That is soo damn goood it could be from some of the greatest poets ever! Just makes the entire piece for me. Remind me plz in case I forget next time we meet. Respect!
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