Short Unbuttoning Poems

Unbuttoning slowly her blouse
Soft firm breast, whispering
Their flames of desire..
She could not hide, the want
Her beautiful eyes; fondling
Sucking; silk, melting in my heart....

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twilight
gentle, dreamy
moaning, searching, caressing 
ambrosia, insight; prayer, lace
mystifying,unbuttoning...deepening
nightfall, awaiting
dawn



Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janis Thompson  Repost  10/13/2016...

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I was a non-believer in exodus
of nothingness. 
Here you are,
I am.

In crimson sky 
talking of nobody, unbuttoning the moon.
Fill up my glass 
with tears of joy.

And sleep I must 
in the arms of sorrow.
There was a shipwreck in absence 
while chasing the eyes.


Satish Verma...

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A cutaneous drip.
The young moon drinks the dew
unbuttoning a rose.

A fierce wind rubs
against the golden triangle
to invite a violet sting.

Eyes armed with green thumbs
go for a swim in rage.
The lake unloosens a blood moon.

No inscense will rise
from the tomb of a lover,
unless he dies with a style.

Crossing the gray lines,
I will not take your lips;
paralyzing the silver tongs.



Satish Verma...

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From here to you
a legacy of dust was deepening.
I was reading a lot
between the dots.
You will get another master
I will get another pain.

In the maze of tunnels
a fear of fall snips.
A window becomes a man
unbuttoning the skin.
A body starts scratching
a secret.

The earthly sense warns
of a whiff of a stranger,
at the door in dark.
Like a ripe tear
I will not betray the eye -
in this grey hour.



Satish Verma...

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Scratching the rusted face 
of the dust storm? 
to read the message.
   
             I have come very far,
             from the old stinks.
             It was not the escape.

The unshaped sap,
spills from the cut end?
of treetops. I gather your cones.

             The fall begins abruptly.
             It was a landslide of
             leaf drop. Yellow and brown.

I wait for the red.
It reminds me of blood 
dripping from your poem.


Satish Verma...

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You don't know what you do to me,
how the sight of you stops sound,
my stomach, I am picking up from the floor as you pass.

You don't know how I think of you,
unbuttoning your shirt with my eyes,
oh god, press that against me.

You don't even know my name,
though I have a name for you, 
saying it to myself when my need is consuming.

You won't share my bed, my name, my breath.
Not in this world, but yet in another, 
we are having moments that shake us to the core....

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