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 Nov 2017
Solaces
It was a one star early evening..  
I was walking thinking of you..
Alone in the twilight you were..
Wrapped in darkness and dying light..
I wondered if you thought of me..
I wondered if you could see the night cathing up to my soul..
And once it did I lost you in the now black star filled sky..
You were there somewhere..
You watched me looking for you..
Until  early tomorrow evening..
When you are the only one high in the sky..
Wrapped in darkness and dying light..
We see eachother...
Before the night mixes you away..
Just one star out tonight.
 Nov 2017
Kaye I
she's a song
you'll never hear
because you never listened.
 Oct 2017
Sarita Aditya Verma
The Want to Need
Precariously
Hinges
Onto Need to Want
Guess it's not just me who wanted a break , HP took a break too .
Jokes apart , I got a hang of what I wanted to know .
Yet I post this piece here :))

Wanted to post this last evening but HP just wouldn't let me do so :))
 Oct 2017
Lora Lee
(explicit)

**** my soul
        with poetry
           scream out my gracious name
             slay me with words
               that peel my layers
                and simultaneously
                                   drive me
                                           insane

finger me slowly, hotly
with just the right rhythm and rhyme
    push me past my
                 tender limits
                       into tongues of syntax,
                                                      sublime

a­lliterate my senses
   (in swift stac
                    c-at
                           o)
until my mind is but blank verse
    mess up my stressed
              and unstressed syllables
in unsung language, versed

I will speak to you in vowels
(the only sound
       I will be able to make)
as you stroke
   my iambic pentameter
             in the heat of frothed-up
                                                     ache

we are this heroic couplet, you see
        even if the meaning seems veiled
           no need for simile or metaphor
               as I feel your chest rise
                              in deep inhale

we are a natural paradox
       so many ironies abound
         discordant harmony
is our synaesthesia
     in visible darkness found

and I love this delicious enjambment
as your aura invisibly slips
                               into mine
our lines have no beginning,
                                 no end
    as we undo
          the boundaries
                      of time
Explicit!
synaesthesia-The production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body.

en·jamb·ment
inˈjambmənt,enˈjam(b)mənt/שלח
noun
(in verse) the continuation of a sentence without a pause beyond the end of a line, couplet, or stanza.
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