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I was a dense forest of untold desire,
Love embraced me as the roaring wild fire
The gleaming embers in your kohl lined eyes lit,
I wouldn't ever think of putting it out my dear
Burning in the sanctifying fire of your love
Chanting aloud the mantras of fire sacrifice:1
Wasn't it bliss itself; a new avatar our love takes hereafter.
The embers are still aglow in this forest's treasure chest.
Fire sacrifice: Is the Vedic (5th cen BCE) Indian ritual of offering butter and many other select purifying material to fire chanting "Idam na mama"(This is not for me,meaning it is for the well being of universe)as a means to create harmony between human beings and nature (by purifying environment) and also the harmony within human body and between members of community, who involve in the purification rites.
I wish I had photos of the people I secretly admire in public.
Ones of people's impatience, beauty, awkwardness, quiet smiles, just the uniqueness of each stranger.

It'd be cool to have such a collection.

To capture and be connected in a strangers world
If only but for a moment.
I love random photos of people.
There are moments in life where I can feel my foot fall right into
my own footprint.

One foot after another, following fate's path, the exact way I was meant to go.

Then there are days that I make my own path
With brand new tracks
Like clean sand washed flat by the waves
And maybe I am veering off

But I know I'll get back to the moment where I can feel myself be in the right place I'm meant to be.
I am standing right where I should be.
 Mar 2017 Robert Andrews
grace
It’s days like this that I’ll think of you
Days with the kind of cold that bites your skin
And days with the kind of wind that knocks you off your feet
Much like how your words cut into me that night
And how the heartbreak stole the breath right from my lungs

It’s days like this that I’ll crave the warmth of your embrace
Days when I’m hungry for the taste of your lips

It’s days like this that make my bed feel especially empty
Leaving me to wonder whose arms you’ve wandered into for the night
Because I know it won’t be mine
Trickle,
You are picturesque abstract
Elongating droplet stroke
Smiling on surfaces
Fondling oxidized tissue
Making love to ozone
From afar

Trickle
I am painfully patient
deliberate witness
to your
becoming
A river

Breaking my o-zone of comfort
Vapor distorting solidity
Fall back unto me
Bring back the salt
that I squandered
But don’t
Deliver this clarity
razor-sharp
Through the fabric of irises
So impossibly deep
In the flesh of my
Indigo sky
Embedding eternally
That state-shifting
Thought foreign body
Lost in the cobwebs
Of amber-caught impulses
I tried to drink my sorrows away,
but the alcohol wouldn't
take me
like you do.

It can't hold me
in it's arms
like you do.

it can introduce me to new people,
and help me make friends.

but it could
never
kiss me
like you do.

despite
the fact that
I find myself
in a dark alleyway,
thinking about kissing your lips
with my own lips...

my lips
are kissing a bowl,
and
i cannot
bring
myself
to
spark up

without thinking about you.
in my dreams i'm selling ****
and on the streets
and hiding sheets

of lsd
flying through trees
crossing over lands
and into seas

i finally can breathe
and finally can see
i've found the key
to feeling free

Dreams
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