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 Nov 2018 Harshada Kavi
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Walk.
 Nov 2018 Harshada Kavi
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liberated:
the weight of you lingered until i was strong enough to push you away.

the fog has lifted:
the cloudiness of my mind replaced by the clarity of knowing i no longer want you here.

so walk away,
throw out your fingers to count those who let you down.
whilst you were mourning those who didn't care
the ones who did struggled
under the burden of a love
they could no longer bear

you pitied yourself,
now i pity you too
a cold, unfeeling pity reserved for those who cannot feel warmth

i told you to walk away.
 Nov 2018 Harshada Kavi
Cné
Raindrops part with lover's walk
beneath the dreary skies.
A secret shared of our desires
the bond between the eyes.

Fingers clasped with racing hearts
their footsteps briefly pause.
He turns and gentle lifts her face,
a breath, he deeply draws.

He speaks to her of love so deep
which time cannot affect.
The only union of its kind
no mortal can deject.

And since the test of time has passed
conceding, she reveals.
Her soul is ever bound to his
and through a kiss conceals.
Pursuing yet another parabolic
Crawl across the clear, blue, summer sky
The sun started its journey at the horizon.
Radiating—  Forcing its warm, orange, light
Through venetian blinds; the glowing celestial body
Painted her naked, flawless, skin
With stripes of contrasting light as she slept.

He watched her quietly as the shadows
Manifesting between each strip of light, inched
Across her skin in unison with the suns trajectory.
Ever so slightly opening her sleep-crusted eyes
She looked up at him, yawed gently, smiled and
Rolled over to position her body against his.

Her narrow, freckled face, rested easily
In the crevice between his arm and chest.
Letting out one more yawn, her emerald, green,
Eyes fell back behind their lashed curtains of flesh;
Dozing off into the next satisfying slumber.

The ceiling fan above clicked and waved erratically
But offered no relief from the hot, humid air.
Perspiring slightly, her skin remnant of morning dew.
In those last few minutes of direct, morning, light
Right before the sun left the scope of their window
He couldn't help but think that this was it.
This was love, and he was trapped.
 May 2018 Harshada Kavi
Liz King
At sunset you told me
what you were holding back
your plans
your dreams
how wide they stretched
your eyes sparkled
at the road ahead

At sunrise
I found you missing

I recall
your plans
your dreams
the light in your eyes
did not include me
We cover the bed
With our bodies so naturally
In this space & time, I'm not ready
For the last night together

She's going to fly away
And my love won't inflame
The golden glow in her name
A bleak haze over the horizon

I'm cold in the bed, tremulous
My eyes dart out to grasp
A non-existing future in the dark
Even the moon is laughing

She's lying perfectly still
In the crumpled blanket
My pearl in the oyster
Protected and at peace

She knows the perils of closeness
When living far apart
She knows how fate twists and turns
The moon and the sea

My mind is ruthlessly-
Dangerously on the verge
Of breaking down itself
And blowing apart all the pieces

I struggle to lie quietly
I don't want her to wake up
But I can't control the painful spasms
A fish endures when water runs out

Suddenly with the calm of a river
She covers my eyes
With her palm stretched out
She's putting me back to sleep

I feel her pulse soft and warm
Through her long delicate fingers
Lightly touching my eyes where
Dreams and nightmares begin to weep

This life I call mine
A castle she built with her cards
When I had thrown away mine
Without any hope of luck

With a soft lullaby
She's comforting my soul
Which will not remain whole
For so long anymore

She must go chase her dreams
And I don't want to stop her
All I want to do now
Is to die.
I wish lovers never have to part
I have always been
obsessed
with the stars
and when I saw
the constellations
speckled across your cheeks
and the bridge of your nose
I found that
stargazing
was much easier
during daytime
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