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Your hand
moved like silence
on my shoulder—
not asking,
not waiting.

The sheet
slid down
just enough
to forget its name.

Your breath
settled between
my ribs
and the window.

We didn’t speak.
The night
had already
been told.

The fan spun
above bare skin
and promises
no one made.

You traced a path
below my navel—
a sentence
you never said aloud
but I remembered
for days.

Later,
you left
without shoes.
Your steps
soft
as permission.

I lay there,
the sky warming,
your warmth
still turning
in the folds.

- THE END -

© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.
A quiet moment of closeness, where touch spoke what words couldn’t.
Sometimes, the most lasting goodbyes are the ones said without sound.
Her eyes—Northern Lights—pulse aligns,
Violet, slow sway unseen.
Moon kneels, eclipsed beneath her thighs,
Darkness undone, her touch—unseen.

Her gasp—a solar flare’s gold rise,
Sky opens, raw, unbound.
Dawn’s first touch—her lips arise—
Sunrise I’ll chase, love I’ve found.
I’m awakened with fluttering eyelids,
warmth already draped over me—
tendrils of light reaching,
bursting into every gap they find.
Beckoning me closer,
into the bright,
basking in the touch
that leaves spots on my skin
where I’ve been kissed too much.
A little note for down the road.
We flirted too long, but did so with ease.
Now I’m left in an ever-blushing state!
Oh! The Sun is such a tease!
Needle poised, quiet stakes its claim—
groove’s canyon hums our throat’s refrain.
Hips align to revolutions’ frame,
stylus thirsts for our track unnamed.

Crackle swells like held-breath air,
pulsing bassline where silences pair.
Bridge unwinds—our bodies dare
to etch new music spinning there.
I touch you in a place
most look past,
a place within reach.

It is within this place
I feel most alive.

The space between hearts,
the space between fingers,
interlocked, soft and slow.

No one really pays attention
to the space mid-heartbeat
only the beginning and the end
of palpation.

But here, I taste the air
and come to life.

It’s not heavy.
In fact, I am weightless.

But I feel it
in the hopes that you reciprocate.

No different than the space
between minutes,
simply ticking.

The world is not ours,
but that isn't a reason to be afraid.

When I think about you,
I visit this place,
not afraid to knock on your ribs,
with every intention
to exist closer to your heart
Cadmus May 19
Take off your clothes.
Slow.
Let them slip like secrets.
Let the silk confess.

Step forward.
Bare skin. Bare soul.
No perfume to distract me,
no colors to lie.

Drop the stories,
the stitched-up smiles,
the lace of excuses.

I want you raw,
**** under the light,
where nothing hides
and everything dares to be real.

You’re never more beautiful
than when you’re stripped
of all that isn’t you.

Take off your clothes.
Let me meet
THE NAKED TRUTH.
This poem uses sensual imagery to expose a deeper metaphor, how truth, like the human body, is most powerful when unadorned. It speaks to the beauty of vulnerability and the courage it takes to stand uncloaked in front of another.
Mia J May 17
Your arms are a safe space that I wish I never had to leave from.
If I lay on you any closer, our bodies would dissolve causing us to become one.
Such innocent intimacy has caused my mind to wander to places I’ve been taught it shouldn’t.
I’ve grown tired of my imaginations so let’s explore each other.
This time I promise I won’t even think of saying no.
The only ones who will know of this sacred moment are you and I.
Hold me like always and plant your lips on mine.
I’d be under your spell immediately.

Oh, I just know that I will!

As our lips dance together, your hands would act out their own experiment.
But you’d know how thick my thighs are.
How soft my chest is.
And how excited you make me.
But there was another object that you were yet to unveil to me.
Chills run down my spine every time I think about it.
The feeling of it pushing inside of my moist caverns was too much:
At first.
But your husky voice in my ear whispering sweets calmed me down.

Is this what going out of space feels like?

With each movement from your hips, I felt like I was closer and closer to oblivion.
This moment….
These movements…
Are everything I shouldn’t be indulging in
But I needed your warm body on top of mine.
My imaginations were no good anymore.
I needed just one time to see if my fantasies were worth visualizing,
and I had no reason whatsoever to be disappointed by your actions.

5-9-2021
Mia J

© 2021 Mia J
This poem was considered in 2021
le fey May 15
I see a golden autumn landscape.
All that remains is the black sun.
Its light extinguished, yet it illuminates the land with luscious fullness.
Withered leaves trickle down like golden rain, falling in deep devotion.
The gold-veiled goddess, her face black as shadow, proclaims the prayer of abomination —
that which remains beyond spirit,
eternal lust,
the driving force of all being.

She who walks the forbidden lands of knowing.

Who has ever touched her mystery?
Who has dared to see her fully?
Who has dared to praise her divinity?
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Blinds become translucent, a veil lifts, reveals her secrets. I hover near—senses taste salt and sleep—caressing honeysuckle from last night’s vase. Its petals cling, damp with resolve.  

Freckles clustering, tracing her collarbone arcs: “the night we danced barefoot, summer’s rain.” Another, near the scar: “when the diagnosis came, and you held my hair back.”  

My mouth follows the bloom’s path, charting orbits. She shivers, laughs—sounding like tangled wind chimes. “I have no skills for flight,” I murmur against her spine, “or wings to skim the waves effortlessly, like the wind itself.”  

Her fingers discover mine, pressing the blossom’s ruin into our palms—sacraments of scars and summer rain

The room swells with scents of crushed green and confession. I count each freckle aloud—an almanac of survival—until the sun climbs higher, etching our shared legend into the day’s blank page.
How does love speak?
Is it the same for you and me?
Does it shout and whisper
cry and scream
Lost and found
Soft and deep
Does it pray for us while we sleep
How does love speak?

Does it feel like you?
Sigh and groan
Gasp and moan
Soft skin
Sharp teeth
Wet and hot
Hard and strong
So so deep
Skin on skin
Slick with sweat
Below above
Beside within
But theres more
Hold my hands while we walk through the door
Hair soft as silk under my palm
A sweet kiss before we leave
One, two, three
Wrap me in a comforting embrace
Sit side by side
Our legs slightly touch
Grab my hand so I don't get lost
Rest my head on your shoulder
Tells you I'm here
You can be calm
Rest your head on my chest
Hear my heart beat
So easy to feel love this way
Touch

Does it spend more than money?
Watch a movie
Play some cards
Scroll through memes
The sound of your laugh
Walk through the isles
Touch all the things
Walk by the water
Feel the soft spray
Just sit in the car
We don't have to speak
Watch me take it in
Watch you relax
Lay next to me
In our silk sheets
Talk about nothing
Say everything
Feel it all together
Ignore the important
Walk in the yard
Too long grass crunching under our feet
Dream of the future
What will go where
Relive the past
Almost too much to share
It doesn't matter how we spend it
Time

Does it see what I need?
Do the laundry on a Sunday
Cook the meals
Preheat the oven
Calm the child
Take her with you
Hold the baby
Give me time
For a shower
For a snack
Sacrifice your wants
Because of our needs
I'll keep the house
Grow the babies
I'm loved because you do know  
Service

Does it give like you do?
A fuzzy brown teddy bear
That's what I call you
A heart necklace
Saying how you feel
Clothes for my body
Shoes for my feet
A golden egg
Capturing a promise
The forever question
A silver band
When I said I do
Give me all my life with you
Things don't matter just reasons
Gifts


Is it as considerate as you?
Its so much more than things you say
It's about what you mean  
"Drive safe"
I need to see you again
"See you soon"
I'm glad you're coming home
"Have a good day"
I care about your happiness
"Try to get some sleep"
I care about your comfort
"Yes it's cold"
I know you'll need a jacket
"It's okay"
The way you feel matters
"****"
"Amazing"
"Wonderful"
I'm trying to erase your insecurities
Says more than just "I love you"
Affirmation

So how does love speak?
It's not always the same for you and me
It whispers and holds
Laughs and breathes
Lost and found
Soft and deep
It stays with us even when we sleep
That's how our love speaks
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