Photo Inspired #3

Your Name


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Teach me

Your name

In kisses.

Breathe the letters

Over my tongue

In sweet

Soft whispers.

Show me

Over and over

Till I understand

And spell it back to you

In endless

Slow

Repeat.


“Unless it’s mad, passionate, and extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life; Love shouldn’t be one of them.” ~ Unknown

 

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Imposter

Beneath the veil of a thin veneer

That shades the proper movements

Of an ordinary life

With no extraordinary strife

There is a tell at the edge of her happy.

 

Not seen by all, but to some so clear

A quivering hesitation

Lives deep in the anguish

Of unspoken language

In the echo of the sweetest laughter.

 

Perfected artifice in surrogate love

She bears her loss in the weight of the lull

Between each step she takes

And works hard not to break

The uncomfortable rhythm of her stride.

 

 

 

 

Photo Inspired #1

Contextual


The words

Are written

Unspoken.

Etched deep

In every curve

And shadow

Of my body.

Asleep.

And awake.

Inside.

And out.

Awaiting a reverent discourse.

Can you read me?

Feel me?

Comprehend

These words

You can’t hear me saying?

Trapped in the silence

A prisoner of my skin?

The need is barely restrained.

New Find, Indira

When You Fall In Love With A Poet

Author: Indira Reddy/Medium

Fall for a poet and she will spend hours thinking about the elbow that grazes her as you stroll hand in hand.

She will spend eons trying to capture in words, the look on your face as her hands trail down your body.

She will write pages on your hair; the way it drops right after you run. The perfect tousled look in the early sun.

She will notice the half-smile that threatens to break out during rom-coms. Despite a steady disavowal of such fare.

She will watch those dark curling lashes lying like a soft wave on smooth skin. Geometric perfection on imperfect human.

She will observe the way your body moves, your face emotes, your hands speak, your voice feels and your touch sings. And write a poem or a hundred, on you.

So, be prepared to see yourself.

When you fall in love with a poet.

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I absolutely loved this at first read. The editor in me would change a few things lol, but the poet in me releases the critic. Well done, Indira. ❤️

Un…

If I had a mirror

With indiscriminate view

I’d show you the seed

That I need in you

She wouldn’t be timid

She wouldn’t be shy

She spread me and show me

Before I could ask why

A tangle of braid

Her fingers screwed tight

Pushing my thighs

Kissing out the light

No gentle sweetness

In the moment of strike

Bruising passion

In every single bite

Lust without reason

Unprecedented touch

For it’s the mind that feels

And craves this so much

You need me

I see that

In eyes

Full of lust

But you stop

Then I stop

And the dance is on

Pause…

So I sit by the this window

Hearing rain beat the ground

And wonder exactly

What is this sound?

Curled up in fetal

And feeling things

That shouldn’t be part

Of this every day dream

You strut and you pose

Your plumage so bright

But it dulls in the quiet

Of your kiss

Goodnight

And I close my eyes

Mirror in hand

And I wonder if

You will ever understand

This need that drives

The longing in me

For the strength

Of reflection

That shimmers

So deep.

I am here

And I want

Have I not

Made this clear?