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On this beach where lies the memories, tangled in between the sea fairies’ wings and hidden between the algae.

I am sitting on a driftwood bench with the Sun

He told me, “i will hang for a while, you seemed lonely”

“Radiant,” the first thing i said to him.

“Thank you, many people seemed to say otherwise,” he replied.

and for a while i sat on a driftwood bench on this beach.
overlooking the black sand all over us, with equally black water on the beyond.

They seemed to be on my toes, my legs, my arms,

Because when wetness meet the rough, it’s just adhesive.

“You are one to live in denial, aren’t you? ,” i opened another conversation

“Well aren’t you too?,” a quick comeback.

He expected a laugh, he did a good job for a light joke there. Too soon. because what i said next was,

“Yea, it’s easier that way.”

He moved closer, offering warmth I’ve longed for.

“I’ve heard of you from my wife, you used to tell her stories. She looked after you even though you didn’t ask as you pestered her with the stories.”

I pulled my wet black hair to the back of my ears, and looked him in the eyes,

“yea, she heard you, she heard every story.”

The thunder hurling from afar, though gray clouds which once were hanging, started to drift apart.

“Never feel lonely. we’re here for you.”
07/04 25
 Jul 8 Vishal Pant
nivek
created from nothing
nothingness creatures
given everything.
Flirt



Tonight
Flirt just with me
See what
All the others
Just can’t see
Touch my hand
As you pass by
Turn back
Give me
……… the wink of your eye
Through all the noise
Hear my voice just fine
Smile, tease
…and pout
Let me in
But shut all those others
Out.
Only in shallow
Do I see the sky
As nothing more
Then way too bright.

Only in shallow
Thomas asks
To see my wrists
And the checkerboard of burns

Only in shallow
I'll take apart my head
And let the ghosts slip through the cracks
And drag me down with them

And when I get to the deep
Oh  hell, I'm nowhere now.
I was deeply lost in his
Crash-hot street sauce
Cross-faded off his macho man juice
Blackout punch-drunk
On his succulent man-love
Finessed, wrecked, stretched out
Immersed in his top-tier fire

He was the most soul-snatching thirst-trap splash
My queer eyes had ever seen
The dreamiest, most magical swag king
My stellar thugged-out treasure

My *** flex studmuffin
My chrome-hearted boss sauce
My medallion stallion
My deep-dish fantasy man
Topped with awesome sauce

His cologne, straight-up earthy, ****, and unprecedented
His man-chest, broad AF
His magic stick, dominant
Guarantee-you-gon’-be-blissed out pipe
The kind that made me feen for him endlessly

His backside, tight, masculine, and
Hypnotic museum art
Full, poetic lips that I could write
Slow jam songs about until the night retired
And the sunrise shone in the morning

His masculinity was the ultimate red-hot drug
Lingering in my lungs
My thugtastic flavor of immaculate greatness
I was obsessed fully, delectably
Gayly obsessed with his freshalicious magneticness
Craving him, for now, for always
For all queer eternity
I was once a Poet..

I use to posses the passion
Aesthetically fortified
Romantically conditioned
The nature of blue skies

Windows of raw emotions
Dark nights upon a stage
I have written about such shortcomings
Lovingly in my rage..

But I can’t help but panic
As they tear our world apart
The death of innocent folks
Screams that pierce my heart..

And that’s how peace activism becomes my only art…
Traveler Tim
I got something to say to you

Forget it
What’s the use?
jellied air                                
and bunged grey clouds    
conducted  along a stream
an overhead burthen
they curl in on themselves  
a lace of internal tension
06/07/25
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