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Such a lovely way
You make my heart skip a beat
Like rocks on water
Love Has me feeling inspired
 Jun 2018 amrutha
Jack
“please be naked”

she stands in her doorway wearing just a gown,
I walk in the house, dumbstruck by beauty,
up in her room undoing the bow, the shield simply slides down
caressing her curves, stroking down to the floor,
intertwined bodies craving the touch of the other,
joined as one in the gentle acts of love and lust,
romanticised ideals of perfection and soft rhythm,
delicate groans as two become one,
the broken poet, for the moment, is gone,
my drug addiction of you, just wanting more,
As my heart bleeds, love begins to pour.

“please be naked”.
this poem is influenced by The 1975 instrumental song "please be naked". i regularly think of this song as romanticising the act of *** and the trust required with it rather than what most songs make it today. despite having no lyrics the song speaks volumes to me and id definitely recommend it to anyone. stay safe and live well. JY x
 Jun 2018 amrutha
Cné
They Flirt
 Jun 2018 amrutha
Cné

On the tips of toes
Long necks stretch to kiss the sun
Sultry Sunflowers

 Jun 2018 amrutha
Nat Lipstadt
this kids,
is how you do it

in the mid of the dark hours,
when two am is your new oldest friend
when sleep, your oldest old one,
left town on the midnight train,
taking your peace of mind

though she is far away
lost in dream-thoughts caught,
but only twelve inches close,
granting you an unasked permission,
you ok to stroke her hair,
undisturbing her, yet comforting yourself,
every voice in your temple'd altar praying,
one glorious chorus godly chant:

Oh Lord, what would I do without her?

and you stroke her hair and are saved.


2:51am

May 2014
 Jun 2018 amrutha
Inked Quill
I fell in love
With your memories
Looking for you
Over my coffee
I need you here
At my throbbing lips
Chewed till crimson
Thinking of you
 Mar 2018 amrutha
Star BG
I stand at the altar of my life.
My podium that which is see...
our Divine Mother Earth.
sacred sky and sea.
I stand at the altar of my breath,
connecting to all the endless possibilities inside day.

I dance at the alter of my dreams.
My podium the self.
The one who's filed with love.
Align with the love energies within and without.... catch the magic
 Mar 2018 amrutha
Her
Immortal
 Mar 2018 amrutha
Her
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
 Feb 2018 amrutha
r
Picasso blue
 Feb 2018 amrutha
r
It may be just a Picasso
blue period
I’m going through.

Or maybe it’s only
Winter’s darkness
not letting the clouds part
for the light of the Moon.

Why am I so sad at heart
whenever I write of you,
my woman of sorrow?

You, wrapped in your robe
like a blue, blue Picasso.
 Feb 2018 amrutha
r
Sing-ing
 Feb 2018 amrutha
r
Poetry
to me
is taking
my pain
and making
it sing.
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