Akhila Siva

Leave her alone

The wildflower heart
strums to the pace of
evergreen woods.
She unwinds her infinite
tears of hues and blues
inside a silver dew drop.
She renders to the beats of
autumn leaves under
the blanket of a misty fog.
She sleeps under the stars
cherishing solitude.
Stop staring at her
And leave her free.
She is not a wallflower
But a wild flame of love.
Leave her
Leave her alone
She belongs to herself

Tranquility

The ocean, a tranquilizer, does croon,
Healing the scars of the lone, distant moon.
Along the waves of affection’s sweet kiss,
In the dewy night, they find moments of bliss.

Lawn of thoughts

The soul bleeds letters, an artful stream,
Words flow in tendrils, like a poet’s dream,
Notions bloom, like buds at dawn,
In the lawn of thoughts, a muse is drawn,
In the realm of verse, an inspiring scheme.

A journey of passion

I’m a canvas of emotions, colors rich and true,
Expressing my feelings, in hues bright and new.
I’m not a woman who never wearies or tires,
But within my heart, dreams shine like fires.
A journey of passion, a flame burning bright,
I’m a spirit unchained, in my own radiant light.
With strength and purpose, I reach for the inner light.

Orchestra

rustle of drizzle
chirpings by the window pane
nature’s orchestra

Futile heart

cradle of uncertainties
stretching out their limbs
entrapped futile heart

~~~

Akhila Siva is a self-motivated, lifelong learner. Passionate for quantitative data analysis, her analytical mind flourishes, while her heart resonates with the expressiveness of poetry. A Dew Chimes – Misty Poems is her first published poetry book. She has also authored a book titled Know Them: One Answer to Many Questions Akhila was first featured in 2020 and then again in 2022. You can find her work HERE.

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Come Hither…

Sander Sammy – Unsplash

Inspired by What do you see #234

such a blazing stare
can feel your eyes burn for me
i’m coming, darling

Oh my! Is it getting hot in here?!?!?

Embraced

a romantic prison
i cannot
i do not
want to escape

bound by love
shackled in passion
i will die here
in this sweet embrace

Cognoscente


it all begins with curiosity
the acquisition of knowledge
spurring on an insatiable passion
the goal to be the connoisseur
of your ardent and fervent pursuit
as your greatness shines
your accomplishments
herald your arrival
at the door of success

Making Lust

Vidar Nordli-Mathisen – Unsplash

What rights did he possess to have such a lovely jaw? Blind with passion, I offered my throat to his roving mouth. My desire for him was such a riddle to me. He was tiny in personality, yet his appearance was stunning. I just wanted to bang him, but afterward would feel miserably disappointed in myself. I was nuts! Screw it. I’ll whimper later. Right now, we’ll fit together like a glove and find peace in each other’s arms.

Two hours later…

“Okay, go now, please.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ve served your purpose, and I don’t like you very much.”

“Wow!”

Reblogs – DoRee MelNic & Ramblings of a Fragile Mind

It’s not the thing that is romantic or just filled with sexual tension; it’s when our bodies, minds, and instincts agree—there’s something substantive and wonderful there. It’s worth pursuing and preserving.

Struck by Ramblings of a Fragile Mind

All
my
life

I’ve
waited
for this

The
feeling
of certainty

That
thunderbolt
kiss

Suspended by DoRee MelNic

I woke up still feeling the touch

That visited in my dreams

Delicate and flirty

Intentional and every bit a surprise

I shifted and

Closed my eyes

Carolyn Crossley

Spirit

I am the fire spirit risen
from Aries, I have been riven,
on the birthday of Artemis
I was born of a stardust promise.

I am to be sought not bidden.
From in a dark place hidden.
On the cusp of the gloaming,
I may be found the hillsides roaming.

Passion

Summer nights, running through forests of love
Entwined like tree branches intimacy found.
Lips kiss as if greedily taking in water.
Bodies intermingled like vines, sought and received
Wrapped in each other’s arms, passion sated.

First Born

In the November snowfall.
Through the darkness of night. My courage in both hands.
The hours drifted by. The pain was numbed by gas and air.  Suddenly, you were there – belovéd firstborn.

Unequal

When one loves
more than the other
no good can
come of it.
The other cheats and tells lies
A divorce follows.

Estrangement

the saddest thing is
to be mourning the living,
our estranged children

Eternity

October sorrows
recalled memories – birth, death,
awaiting rebirth
our promised eternity
free from human pain at last!

~~~

Carolyn Crossley, ©🦊VixenOfVerse, is a poet and writer from the Northwest of England. Previously published in the first The Short Of It book – The Sound of Brilliance, she has also been published in the anthologies, Poetic Vision and Purrfect Poems. Carolyn has a thriving WordPress blog: Backfromdarknesstolight.com containing haiku, senryu, and other poetry forms. Carolyn’s first feature on The Short of It was on November 20, 2020, and featured again this year on 5/27/2022.

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Reblogs – A Faded Romantic’s Notebook & Candice Louisa Daquin

The heart wants what it wants…

Never Forget by A Faden Romantic’s Notebook

I will never forget
the adrenaline rush
the catch of breath
the quickening pulse
the sense of destiny
when first you touched
this page.

And I will never forget
my overwhelming desire
to seduce
and steal
and secure
your secret
submissive soul.

Purposely apart by Candice Louisa Daquin

They said, now, don’t spill a drop
I drank you down, an illegal cocktail
and wiped my black cherry mouth without regret
maybe that’s the divider between young and ancient?
Feel the fear and do it anyway, fray the tension
I had fear as a lover since I was a child
but you broke something inside
let out the glass ghost who had long dimmed
a need to feel more than harnessed safety
bristling around the edges like a perpet flame.
Why you? With your arrogant aspect and
the cruelty of no-one special
how I thirsted for your marzipan center
like sugar riddled kid will suck
the cherry fondue before even tasting
you devoured me, intentional or occidental
does it matter?
The slayed self knows no quaint repair
she floats in purgatory watchful of grace.
Then lend me the strength to survive passion
and I will bless you with my shame
that thick cost of it
weighing us down as we walk
purposely apart
eyes that catch as mayflies
and glaze over, fine as sugar powder
the unsaid tempest of an adult heart.

Reblogs – Jeanne & Joseph A. Pinto

Let us always go to great lengths and take the right paths which supply us with the most joy and happiness. We will find our bliss there.

Week in Review: B & W by Jeanne

Do you know golden 
the sticky glazed lover lips 
washed in sunny hues 
 
Happiness matters 
on stormy seas of teared eyes 
blinked in snug smile 
 
We’ll camouflage  
the pores which hold memories 
blackened by torrent 

sirenize by Joseph A. Pinto

a sea, a sea of freckles and it is between them i wish to trace your mythology through my tongue, to bring forth your sparkle the way you cast out all my dark. fingers dabbling in the wet i leave behind and if you and i have a name by then we’ll reimagine ourselves a thousand times. unhurried revolutions i will part your sphere of flesh and take you to a depth of essence you never thought you’d find. be mine. i want to gaze upon you nightly and know something in this great expanse makes sense and is all for me. 

Reblogs – Penny Wilson and Charles Robert Lindholm & John Coyote

Always chasing the delirium…

Still a Fool by Penny Wilson & Charles Robert Lindholm

I Was A Fool 
My Judgment Was Blurred 
Thinking Us Soulmates 
Was So Absurd 

Drunk On Your Kisses 
And Lost In Your Eyes 
Longing For Love 
I Believed All Your Lies 

Craving Your Touch 
And Sweet Ecstasy 
In Love With Love 
And The Fantasy 

I Took A Gamble 
I Rolled The Dice 
I Did What I Did 
I Paid The Price 

I’m Still A Fool, 
I’d Do It Again 

Ecstasy… by John Coyote

My love, I have found you. 
  
                 I want to make love to you from feet to sweet lips. 
  
                  Your brightness and sadness I need to know. 
  
                   I want us nude, heart and mind free. 
  
                    The hot and humid nights. 
  
                     Allowed us to sleep with no secrets. 
  
                      We are complete like a flowing river.  
  
                      I yearn to touch your face, your breasts, your waist. 
  
                       In the heat of the night. 
  
                        My feet touch your feet…

 My lips touch your lips…  
 
                         I’m yours and you are mine. 
 
                          My lovely one. 
 
                           You are my only sweet dream. 

                            Your love enchanted my soul. 
 
                             I kiss your feet, your knees, your stomach. 
 
                             Caress your curves and whisper. 
 
                              “My love. 
                              Why are you so kind to me?”