#allure
Stars looked like glowing sands
Down here—far, far below;
Cities too radiate a blinding hope
Gazed beyond the fields and hills;
Beauty oozes out of a distant thing,
Meter and miles allures the mind.
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
Beneath the arch,
among the branches,
the maunder of her eyes
finds noir in an afterimage,
every reflection is unique,
explicit and indivisible,
every reflection is her,
there she looks close
for gracefulness,
in the essays of her skin
and their brazen transparencies,
she enters into her body fable,
the shape of her resembles
the tenor viol: where it widens,
where it narrows,
where it digresses
and monochromes,
she reflects a fragile geography,
a soft cargo, but
an inkling of hurricane,
rendering the fault lines
beautiful and strong,
in supplication tomorrow's explorer
will disturb the patterns
until she's become her own lullaby
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
I am the moth, and you are the flame,
Draw me near, call me by name.
In your love’s fire, I burn and rise,
A prisoner, yet I touch the skies
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 4:34 AM UTC
The last time I dreamed about you
I planted the dream in soil.
When I fell asleep and woke up.
I believed you to have grown,
Like any other flower.
Even if you turned out
to be a rose,
I didn’t mind the ***** of a thorn.
When I wiped my eyes
There was a cactus in the soil.
There are good dreams
And there are bad dreams.
Most bad dreams start off good.
Then become prickly and cold.
I didn’t care.
I lugged you around with me
everywhere.
Pulling out the spines
that stuck me.
No matter where we went
I considered them kisses
From you to me,
And me, I considered my dream
A reality.
Then you got larger.
Then you got heavier.
That happy lug turned to a hard pull.
And those cute little ******
Turned into being stabbed.
there’s a reason why most cactus’
Are found in the desert.
And why some dreams
Are just like a cactus
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 1:04 AM UTC
The moon falters at the arrival of the sun
Intimidated by its visitors
"Oh dear sun, why do the people emerge from their hiding as I return to mine? Have I been sculpted with too less beauty?"
The sun smiles
"Do you not witness how the people admire your glow in the depths of the night? It is not a matter of unattractiveness, rather you are so heavenly, only few deserve to see your humble beauty."
Jan 3, 2023
Jan 3, 2023 at 5:52 AM UTC
I allure you, dancing
slowly around you right
through the laser rays
my eyes don't let you go
I get far enough into you
not to go with you right away
We'll meet tomorrow
and then in a week
At home, my parents are waiting
with their dreams about me
In the city, a career awaits
and in my body everything awaits
the next step
It is the art of balancing
to be myself
and to know what I want
Sep 13, 2022
Sep 13, 2022 at 3:13 AM UTC
lord
they say
of that home overhead
is beauty rapturous
but the interred
holler a song
showing gold to be lead
for his might is rancorous
thought that allure captures still
for when have the greedy had their fill
not in this life
not in the next
for the fearful are still afraid
and will be still, when down they're laid
despite their fight
the sickly go too
for all their bated breaths
could not help in their deaths
that fed the soil what hungered so
going silently
into that goodnight
Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC
the things i want to do to you
drive me mad
with insatiable lust,
your allure is too much,
but if that wasn't enough
i think i'm falling for you
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
Breathe in—
Smell dark iron; it’s fresh.
Give in—
To the call of the flesh.
Awaken—
This feeling inside me – it’s primal.
The craving, the lust – it is carnal.
Forsaken—
The reason, all thought – elude me.
The salt and the sweet – allure me.
Flow’s thick—
pure.
I seek—
you.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
A song rising over a sea
The curses of angry waves
Soothed under a melody
Drawing a heart to the beach
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 4:11 AM UTC
Whenever
You are lost
Seek
Here
You are
Dwelling
In my poetry
Flawless
As the mystic truth
Being the depth of
The poetic soul
Since long
And here is
Your sweet home
In between the lines
Where you truly belong
Eventually
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC
Feeling the scent of thee;
It came through me abruptly,
Consuming my sense of smell completely;
My core quivered as I inhaled and exhaled fluidly,
Gave me affection, fondness and serenity.
Thy scent brought life to a forgotten memory;
A memory I chose to lose willfully;
Yet, attached in a corner of my mind unknowingly.
I just followed her blindly,
She woke me up every night unexpectedly;
I was captive to her voluptuous allure thoroughly.
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
Death undoes itself like a woman undoes her dress
With knowing look and shrewd-salt of beguilement
Of supple shoulders and bared back, of life shimmying
Down the legs of the longest dark road of disappearing.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC
To those in search of my heart, you won’t find it.
Not here at least,
I hid it,
No offense to you.
It is locked behind doors of thick bone,
Tucked under flexing armor of muscle,
And secured away in the silky depths of my skin.
But,
I see yours is ripe for the taking.
Plump and precious,
Pulsing it’s sweet red juices,
It’s taunting me.
Why haven’t you hidden it from me?
This isn’t a joke,
I’m deadly,
I’m a predator to hearts like yours.
But, since it is there.
I’ll take it.
I’ll take it in my palms,
I’ll sink my nails into it,
I’ll lap up the love it drips.
Tastes like honey.
Sweet, so sweet, so yummy.
I’ll press it to my lips,
I’ll line it with my tongue,
And pierce it with my teeth
The way it beats for me drives me wild.
I can taste your rhythm.
You’re not naive or ignorant.
You’re just in love,
How could I not take advantage of that?
You’re weak,
And I’m strong.
So, let me take care of you.
You’re sad,
And I’m here.
Just give yourself to me.
I’ll take precious care of the heart fruit you bare.
I promise.
You’ll be safe with me.
You’ll be happy,
Content,
And satisfied.
But, eventually, heart broken.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 10:48 AM UTC
Let the stars
Awake
And be shy
There is nothing
Wrong
Lovely dreams
Just to remind
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
I dream of you.
Over and over,
Your hand is held in mine.
Time and time again,
Your arms are wrapped around me.
Stranger,
You light my fantasies.
You caress my cheek with the pad of your thumb
carefully tracing my lips.
Stranger,
You haunt my every thought.
Stranger,
You taunt my aching heart.
Why?
I dare to wake,
I can't bear to lose you.
Stranger,
You allure me.
You pull me in.
You smile, teeth, dimples, and all.
You laugh, I laugh-- In love.
As the smoke overtakes your image.
Slowly, but surely.
As fast as you arrived,
You left.
(Lost in a dream)
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
I’ve never known a love like this
No lying
Or cheating
And no emotional beatings
Manipulation
Or pain
Or anything for his gain.
I could
Make a list
Of how with you exists
None of this.
With you
It’s so much of the opposite.
Truth
And trust
You’re given to me as stardust
I’m Adored
valued
You are teaching me how to
Let go
And hope
And you’re willing to take it slow
Show me
Patience
Showing me your dedication
Until I fell
For sure
You caught me with your allure
I love you
My dear
All I want is to keep you near
Forever
With you
Just seems like the right thing to do
I’ve never known a love like this
And I intend to keep it.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 4:28 AM UTC
In my solitude lives
A lagoon as
Alluring as
It is untouched.
I have only beheld
Through my eyes
Just birds looking down
While they fly.
I can't touch
What I see
No matter how beautiful.
They are the days,
Nights, memories,
Skies,
Stars, boundaries but
Beauty
is in the eyes,
I have only gazed at how much I feel.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC
from death, alive,
the wedding between the good and evil gives birth to the death’s sublime beauty,
far from the depths of darkness,
in the huge void,
nobody can see, feel or perceive,
the truth and nature of the fragile consciousness,
a death alive will **** the spoiled allure of the world,
a touch of death over my eyes,
the gaze which brings sounds and rhythms after life,
death over beauty in the dark,
from void and blankness I rise,
the virtues of the infinite,
dimensions of time and lustful waters soak the mind,
I am the gate of irresistible hell,
passions and fashions of the dark,
the love from death was a temple of endless births,
inside my prowess, inner joy,
I put a spell over the time ending its life and continuity,
today time is finished and vanished from perception,
ending but never,
prolonged by a luring infinite.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC
vanished in the allure of time,
my spirit grows in a flower,
I am dead and still alive,
ashes blown up in the sky,
burn my flesh, burn me alive,
the youthful poor, the richness of life,
I am the spiritual emotion,
the flesh of hopes and bleeding bones,
steam and clouds above the sea,
my soul will reach the luxury of time.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC
If skeptic
How can one be
So decent
So blissful
Look at her, closer
Her way
Her moves
Answers the all
She is
A work of precious art
Who breathe
Who inspires
You don’t need to be a writer
You don’t need to be a poet
Whoever you are
She has something
Alluring, magical charm
What makes you
Something to say
She is the dream
And the reality
That, She is
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC
A silver
oar in
her pant
that must
ignore her
very thought
of amphibian
forecast in
amorphously quaint
****** yer
attire bare
crest this
ingénue while
robust if
enigmatic and
sinecure features
are superfluous
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
I'd bring
with my
spoon a
cherry whether
a shubunkin
in the
lagoon but
with a
knife would
bait my
hook if
fished such
lure with
the moon
till darkness
fell on
entry there
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC