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 Apr 2017 amrutha
Akira Chinen
I want to walk through the fire
and find you there with your legs spread
wanting me
and your smile inviting
my weight to climb on top
of your curves  
to feel your warmth surround
and swallow me
as we become one with
our hands burning through each others flesh
and grasping
and pleasing
and stroking at the flames
dancing in our lust
as we tumble
and twist
and ****** over
and over along the sheets of stars
hiding our sin below our translucent skin
as you slide on top of me
and moan against the rhythms of love
and I find myself deeper
than just inside your flesh
as you bend in front of me
and I beg you from behind
and we crack the face of time
and push against
the rush of each others racing pulse  
as if this is the place
and moment we both will die
and you grip me
and pull me through your soul
and we both find ourselves on our knees
outside the pleasure of our desire
and see we are at the center
of this heart of fire
and our mouths devour
all of our wants and needs
in a final eager kiss  
and you become the face of love
as my life explodes
and I become a page of you
and we collapse
and simmer
and slow
and lay down in the fire
becoming the flames
that speak only
of the others name
 Apr 2017 amrutha
Akira Chinen
He must have been lonely
between the love poems
and the easy women
and the rare
beautifully alive women
between the thighs
wrapped around his head
grinding against his mouth
tight as a muzzle
between the blood
and the beer
and the wine
and the ink
between the bottles
and the *****
and the bars
and the shots
between the wins
and the loses
and the horses
and the races
He must have been lonely
and in love with it
the misery of it
the cheap breath of it
the loneliness of love
and it must have been beautiful
and blind
and mad
and so so alive
 Feb 2017 amrutha
Akhila
His eyes like night, I can't find my way,
His hair like the brown of forest wood, I can't look away,
The pool of colours for I want to paint a picture of him,
Are too many, too many shades,
Too many tones and too many emotions.

Green, for the huge breath I take when I take a look,
Blue, for the happiness I receive,
Yellow, for the light, the light he emits,
Pink, for the blood rush he makes me feel.
Orange for the dusk, the time he leaves,
Purple, I want to see his sins,
And the black of charcoal, for when I take a breath,
Instantly he comes, and takes it away.
 Feb 2017 amrutha
Akhila
Skydiving
 Feb 2017 amrutha
Akhila
I think I'm winning but I realise,
I'm running in the wrong direction.
I've already made too many mistakes,
When will I be right again?
Always running from the truth,
I'm skydiving with no parachute.
An accurate depiction of my life ATM.
 Feb 2017 amrutha
Amy
Remember This
 Feb 2017 amrutha
Amy
You have been, and will always be, good enough.
 Feb 2017 amrutha
Jen Jo
I Remember
 Feb 2017 amrutha
Jen Jo
Heavy rain
Alone in my humble chamber
Shadows of the droplets hitting the side of the windows

I remember
I remember your smile
I remember the ways you talk and you
The way the sun rays hit on you that day when we said good bye

All I can do is to remember you
Nothing more
Not knowing tomorrow will be a bright new different day
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