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The website content is a poetic exploration of love's complexities, intertwining themes of passion, time, and transformation.

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The text presents a series of interconnected poems that delve into the raw and visceral nature of love, likening it to the cycle of life and death, growth and decay. It speaks of a love that is both devilish and divine, one that endures despite the passage of time and the changes it brings to the lovers' bodies and souls. The poems evoke powerful imagery of nature and the cosmos to illustrate the depth of the connection between the lovers, suggesting that their bond transcends the physical realm, even as their bodies age and their memories fade. The narrative voice expresses a desire to merge completely with the beloved, even at the risk of losing individual identity, and finds beauty in the idea of disappearing together into a metaphorical black hole.

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The author views love as an all-consuming force that defies logic and reason, comparing it to the symbiotic relationship between a butterfly and its cocoon.
There is a sense of reverence for the aging process, as the author finds beauty and purity in the changes that time brings to the relationship.
The poems convey a longing for a connection so profound that it alters the very fabric of existence, challenging the concept of self.
The author seems to critique the societal emphasis on youth and perfection, instead celebrating the imperfections and the journey of life.
Love is portrayed as a mystical experience, akin to a natural mystic connecting with supernatural forms, transcending the physical world.
The text suggests that love's power lies in its ability to persist through hardship and to evolve, much like the universe itself.

Touch, feel, clutch my skin as it’s sagging away

What if I am born stringing in the river beds of time, there is always time for an entry upon an exit

Love Stories

I was always told, Is that How you start telling me, How am I to you?

Like a Cuckoo bird to your Pelican sounds,

Like I hound you to pound you, to feel you, to sink with you in the waters, devilish and divine at the same time, like whisking and flowing fine.

From oceans,

From sorrows,

From feelings,

From mysteries,

Yet I remain as a static concocted entity with your love imprinted on me.

Even if our skins dry, perplexed with creches forming, like a rolled-up cloth

Windows daunting in the dusk, like the darkness being a sorrowful state, of late to judge late but yet I appeared.

I wanted to be with you, with spotted skin, dry sunshine, lack of water, and moisture but enchantingly purer

The eagles feel our warmth, and they turn back to see us, as we are time-defined,

Old but gold, lost but host to their beaming desire to see us dying..

To fight the Vulture that will feed on us.

Race us, Consume us, Usurp us, to gulp and gulp and throw out the bones.

Like I help you grab me and bite my skin gently to rumble my passions to an ecstatic warmth dreamy state,

Where everything shivers,

Like a lost momentary bliss…

But still adorned with a whisking operation of combinations in its hollow shapes.

As the Cocoon left the butterfly out to grow old, it had to go back to the cocoon of the mud where nature consumes it, as the mud raises itself and gulps it like a reckless Venus Fly Trap.

Unending Love Making

I discovered this while being together with you, for you, and by you.

I go back to my cocoon and feed myself on fog.

With the grey haze and clouds forming and shaping, I felt the oozing blood flowing.

From the near ends at the roughness and dryness in my pores, lash floods into your inner sanctum.

Yet, I would gaze and trust you, feel you embed and intersperse in you.

Like a natural mystic, trying hard to breathe cosmic air while reversing and proceeding to connect to supernatural forms.

You thicken your sweat, with body wet, of promiscuity laced with red. I like to be in dreams of your dreams, where you dream about me dreaming about you and the person in that dream, dreaming about this lifelong coiled estate we are in, churning, enveloping, evolving and rising.

Like we are a pair of bonded twins,

Coaxed and smelted together by iron.

We are combined and tied together,

Even if it means our skins sag,

Memories hag, whisper gag, and call out raunch nights swag, in dreams of mine you come with a love sack.

With bold thundering attempts to quench my thirst,

You thrust upon me like a Penguin swimming against the tide to save itself,

It is thrashing the ice covers while viewing the Sharks and Ocra.

Waiting to die but with sweet pleasure

In the Mistress age and Master player’s kinship rage,

The teens revolt, as they face a heat unfathomably and uncontrollably

Forcing them to burn and burn, turn, and churn the insides.

A fire to be gross, ideally amassing comfort with lips of the nether regions.

As death sways and sidelines, I am petrified by it.

As the systemic junction halts, berates, and derails different stations, I watch and yet ponder in space.

Am I infinite, surely was when I was under you,

Gasping for air, in the 90s, yet having the strength to go on..

For love is not an attribute driven to care for saggy skin, forever sheen, to not have glitches in the matrix,

Yet your passions expand, broaden, flatten, and driven to fall into the hollow back hole,

As it is said black holes change time, space, scene, and even existence.

I would prefer to fall with you there, even if it means risking it,

To shed body, soul, and identity, to lose myself with you losing yours.

Thanks a lot for taking some precious time out of your schedule to read my work. If you like it, you can read some of the other poems I have linked below. I hope you have a great day! Thanks for stopping by!!!

Erecting structures in my body to dismantle the flesh covering

Deva and Devi: Two strands of the same thread

I Start Scribbling and You Came Back Shoving Me into the Black Hole