Water, Light and Air

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Water, Light and Air

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If you were water I would willingly drown

open eyes, inhaling liquefied

your scent in every drop once inside

would transform my desires

into dreams just for you-

If you were light I would stare until blindness

burn your image on my iris with the fires

glowing bright on your skin.

If you were air I would intensely inhale

gasping wants trapped in pockets

permeating with your essence

in my lungs, never exhale

every molecule of you kept inside-

But like water

you slip through with no presence

while I’m thirsty even more,

and you are light

shinning far your cherished beams

passing smiles and a brief hellos,

then you are air

quickly blowing past my dreams

while I hold every breath

when you pass unconcerned

and I yearned

for your water, light and air-

H.O


“Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings…but there’s something dead about it, something deserted.”

― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

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More or Less

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More or Less

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Would I love you the same, more or less?

His hands heavy on your skin

staining dreams

left in purpose behind for a sin

to be nourish ‘til bloom.

And I know to belong takes more than a ring

or the passing of years

and what holds you together presumed

to be love and not fears.

But, does he loves you the same, more or less?

Does he smells your perfume like I do

on my pillow when I wish your embrace

 wasn’t leftover dreams?

Tell me then if he sets you aflame

why you look for my face

and at night making love you remember

to bite hard on your lips

so you won’t call my name-

Do you love me the same, more or less?

H.O


“If he touched her, he couldn’t talk to her, if he loved her he couldn’t leave, if he spoke he couldn’t listen, if he fought he couldn’t win.”

― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

Her

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Her

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I would die in your arms

if forever was promised in a piece of heavens

looking at your face lost among the stars,

and if only knew I belong to you

with a sudden death

I’ll embrace my end for another look-

H.O


 

“There’s something about her.

It’s not her smile or grace,

It’s not her beauty or race,

It’s not her scent or warm embrace,

Maybe it’s her laugh or the shape of her face.

No, that’s not the case.

It’s just her.”

― J.A. ANUM

In Pursuit of a Muse

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In Pursuit of a Muse

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There is only so much I can draw from my pail

draining words that exist on my tongue

and emotions alive in my heart,

then, where muse shall I find you again?

If attempts to recapture may fail

in the passing illusions

and my fingers are numbed and stained

from the ink of another’s delusion

who like me only dreams

among words that remained-

Will I find you in the love of a stranger?

Tell me how to draw out all this passion

trapped inside, when it screams

to let out in the words

that my tongue won’t pronounce,

how will I recognize that is you

if I draw from my soul

and the pail becomes empty-

Will I ever regress and renounce

this desire for a muse that does burn?

Tell me again if in death I will learn

and my need will subside

or forever to bleed my desires

in the ink of a fool that must write

while condemned to the fires of hell-

H.O


“I am no writer. Her sparkling eyes made my fingers write words in the sand. Her radiant smile made my pen write words in the air. Her beautiful soul made my typewriter type poems for eternity. I am no writer.”

― Avijeet Das

Skin to Skin

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Skin to Skin

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There is something about skin to skin

that intoxicates and dull my senses,

the exquisite feel of sweat and oil

between the tightness of two bodies

that glide across with legs uncoil

in rubbing back and forth desires-

There is something that consumes my mind

her rounded back which makes me flushed

with lust and wants, and my body tenses

amid the moans when holding strong

skin to skin, my fingers rushed

between her thighs the pleasure find

and lost become where I belong,

skin to skin-

H.O


“There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned.”

― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus

Eyes Closed

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Eyes Closed

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I found solace in her arms wrapped

around the comfort of desires let loose

by a need to discover and seduce

our bodies for a night-

But a night not enough to satisfy

our thirst for a touch,

we made love with eyes closed

then resolved it was right

 for two nights

and pretended was fair.

But two nights our thirst did not quench

and so stayed for a week

while we kissed with eyes closed

and pretended was right

for a week our thirst to overcome,

but a week not enough

for two restless souls

searching love to succumb

thus we kissed with eyes closed

and pretended was fate,

as we stayed and made love for a while

with our skin needing touch

we built time to forget

when we kissed and we touched

with eyes closed

and pretended was love-

H.O


“But maybe happiness isn’t in the choosing. Maybe it’s in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.”

― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

This Longing

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This Longing

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So exhausting this longing

curling up like bad milk on the top of my days,

restless soul when it sneaks in my dreams

and it digs, and it sifts

and it screams

for a something that stays

and scratches and lifts

a burning itch in my heart-

So exhausting this longing

flaring up like a fever all alone late in nights

when it tosses and turns

while it scorches and incites

all the wishes and wants

for a something that burns-

So exhausting this longing

stuck like glue to the thoughts in my mind

and it whispers and pleads

for a something to find-

H.O


“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”

― Homer, The Iliad