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your body is an instrument I mastered eons ago, when the stars were young.
it is you I have, and shall always yearn to play.

at my touch, you open up to me; lines of familiar notes upon my fingertips.

together, we harmoniously orchestrate the ethereal music of our souls: a sonata of infinite synchronicity.
the symphonies we conduct originate from the stardust of our souls.

© kalica calliope
Maria Etre Jan 2018
When your eyes
make your brain

Andrianne Nov 2017
There you are,
Alone with the beautiful spring by your side.
I am amazed in your natural life.
Behind your ineffable beauty you hide.
You sing and the trees dance.
You amazed the earth with your smile.
The wind blows and you spread your arms.
As your feet kisses the sand,
The eternal bliss takes your hand.
Love, behind the beauty you laid,
There is darkness you hide.
I see longing in your beautiful eyes.
Still, you’re an ineffable oasis, love.
i am the insanity painted across the walls.
the pestilence growing behind your teeth.
the walking contradiction.

together we are the red string, and i am the seamstress.

i tied us together during my tour of heaven;
after the angels revealed my fate
as a word prophet
sealing our fate.
skirting the fine line between truth and delusion.
ManoelO Jun 2017
Scattered thoughts to capture the
                     Ineffable emotion
              The lively colors
Of the temple
            Yet clothed in aging skin  
To speak of it seems
A selfish desire to express its
In the entanglement of these words
For when I have become shaken
May I visit upon these words
And indulge myself
For what it was
To be a
         Guest of
Divine omniscience
M Padin May 2016
There is a kind of
which is not

It is the gnashing
of teeth,
the obstructed
bowel movement.

Speech is an inducement
to polyphony.
But not the truth
behind a muffled cry.

In this, the shudder
of leaves
is more sincere
than all the wrack
heard at the county fair.
(c) 2016. All rights reserved.
i have this
looming inkling
that if
you would just accept
that i am not you
and if i accept
that you are not me
we'd likely be
much happier
with one another
as well as
with ourselves-

wouldn't that be pretty ******* sweet?
is that really so outlandish?

i mean,
what if everyone is a unique character
and by being mutually okay with that
we all would get to live and share in
the most dynamic
and unfathomable
many of which
never to be told
ever again?

wouldn't that be
an intrinsic aspect
of the ineffable beauty
of this fleeting, ephimeral Life?
Scarlet Niamh Jan 2016
Tongue tied, my twisted eyes
Allow me to see the truth,

Yet my vocabulary evaporates
Whenever I see you.
~~ For you, there are no words. ~~
Abhinay Renny Jan 2016
Words wandered to express your charm
Poem could not portray your smile
Sonnet sauntered resetting the rhyme to your tune
Acrostics acquired feelings to fill out your name.
Free verse flied away fluttering it's words
Knowing it's about you. About you.
Ineffable beautiful soul.
K Balachandran Dec 2015
When my soul thirsts for subtle beauty,
a treasured 'poem of plenty' I drink in solitude,
quintessence of all, to my palate, it tastes;
ineffable majesty of the cosmos in my cup!

സൌന്ദര്യപാനം, ആത്മദാഹശമനം

ഉദാത്ത സൌന്ദര്യാനുഭൂതി
കൊതിച്ചെന്മനം ദാഹിക്കവേ,
ഏകനായ്, പ്രിയതരമാമൊരു
"ബഹുസ്വരകവിത"പാനംചെയ് വേന്‍
എന്‍ രസനയിലതു സകല
സൌന്ദര്യച്ചാറായ് മാധുരിപ്പൂ;
വാക്കിതിലടങ്ങാ പ്രപഞ്ച
ഗാംഭീര്യമെന്‍ മധുപാത്രത്തില്‍ !
(Malayalam language version)
A " poem of plenty" could be prescribed
as the panacea for all the ills of human soul
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