death of a kiss

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unearthed trinkets of lust
taken by my lips —
bitten —

bitumen of the roads left
behind —

quick-quirky-beats rise quickly
like moon-quivering-tides.

drink one on me, through me,

as i

taste the memory of your
kitschy kiss,
hear a silver sun’s silence,
left undisturbed,

ululating — dying.

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© Anmol Arora 2018

For dVerse Quadrille # 64
Image source (An interesting reproduction and interpretation of Klimt’s The Kiss)

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let’s do it

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love’s bulge seems to be pretty abundant-
lewd words weave a fulcrum of all dreams, wet to touch,
sweet-bitter tones serenade the ears, a silent breath
grazing the neck with a scimitar of nefarious thoughts,

don’t speak, just do the unspeakable, the unmentionable
with a velocity of a soaring plane, upending us into submission,
this is the art work people gawk at and fail to encompass
into any coherent knowledge, its deprivation, its salvation,

spilled paint is the canvas for this action filled space, love is
swallowing its saliva and thick puddles of misery foam at those
silent, nurturing lips. your mouth is my mouth is your mouth.

let’s do it. let’s unmake love.

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Image source
Linking it up with Poets United Midweek Motif

Also read this: this vulgar handiwork of time and let’s draw blood
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a good night kiss

how it is so that smiles are dripping down his chin
and his eyes are capturing rainbows in their delight, oh!
“Annihilation,” the world cried.

he is the abysmal beauty in the hourglass of night, he
stands tall like a crane snatching stars from the sky, oh!
“Annihilation,” the world cried.

how he traces the outline of his cracked lips and digs into
napalm skin, how his saliva coats the lengths of desires, oh!
“Annihilation,” he cried.

he falls down the cliff, and breaks open like dreams; he sings.

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Linking it up with the prompt titled “the sisters Death and Night ~ Micro Poetry” at With Real Toads.

To the hill

To the hill, I mounted barefoot to see sun rising from ashes,

Heart thumping, blooms a sweet desire in my heart to touch, kiss the sky,

A river, meandering through deep valley makes me feel alight

source- capetown travel

Poetic form: Sijo

Affection Haiku

kiss of the sunlight

the rose bushes turn scarlet

nature’s affection

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nature’s affection

birds lunging to horizon

gentle blowing wind

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And inspired from Kristjaan’s love haiku,

shadows of the night

hands held under the black cloak

hiding affection

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a love is lovely

let it fly high with free wings

accept affection

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* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 238.

Baby Piano: A 100 Word Story

“I can’t forget how we grew up together and then got separated. And today, it is a coincidence that we could meet.”

“It is indeed.” He gave her a brilliant smile.

“You still smile the same,” she shyly commented.

“And you are still the same.”

They shared a quick kiss which was delayed for years.

“And you remember when you visited me at 1 in the night and tried to hide inside my baby piano when my parents came up hearing your loud voice?”

“Yes. And I remember why I visited you.”

They held hands, past memories flooding their minds.

Copyright- John Nixon

* Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

Red Lust

Collision of the bodies

intermingling sweat

the passionate hug

the seductive kiss

 

moan emerges like hiss

euphoria of the best drug

the fingers finally met

come true the auguries

 

the lust overcomes all

echoes around, a silent bawl.

 

P.s.- Written in the same rhyming scheme, as the Violet Juice. I haven’t given a name to this form of poetry… I am still open to suggestions.