Day-161 “My Undraped Lover”
Around your heart there shines a light
Illuminating the love hidden inside
Around your face there shines a light
Illuminating the smile that sits upon
Once painted by Michelangelo
Often scripted by Thoreau
The aura of your artistry
The beauty of your soul
Angelic your innocence
Purity your virginity
Your Halo I adore
Let me feast upon you more
Lon 11/23/2020 # 260
Categories:
undraped, love,
Form: Free verse
A crescent river bend
Exiting from bathroom
Perhaps to set a trend
As nude as a fresh bloom
Down the dancing stairs
Did she leave her gown
In a room downstairs
She is looking like a chair
Bending her head down
Palms close to wet hair
Sensuous sunbeam
Can't keep contained
Fondles the cup rim
Tide in blood unchained
Shivers river bend
Electrons move faster
In the palming shelter
Balance helter-skelter
River in disaster
A full throated rooster
Nude clouds now
Into pink clasp
Please not now, not now
Senseless tight grasp
Arithmetic lapse
Obvious thunderstorms
Lightning from brain to toe
Broken all norms
Sow sow please more so
Ground slips below
Two undraped urges
Two passions in their skin
Two stark surges
Mingling their chins
Blossoms of teen
Tremendous clashes
Sweet rains start
In the ebbing flashes
Children put on T-shirts
Pink beats the hearts
October 18, 2019
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Categories:
undraped, romance,
Form: Rhyme
Wavering evanescent,
Olden moonlit pearls, woven
Golden tresses, successes,
Fleeting across wry sky,
Into undraped landscape
In gay favor, their final stay.
7/23/2019
Categories:
undraped, flower, stars,
Form: Free verse
The traffic on the busy street
All night through Harlem roars
The haunted sound of dusky feet
The Gentle tapping at closed doors
Some eyes may meet the face and smile
Too boldly with the painted mask
The undraped innocense of child
The curtain drawn in acrid flask
I turn from them and fled the scene
The too familiar pure eyes
My mother's children in farce sheen
In a black world my soul despise
The staggering men, apartments
Haunted with penury and death
Condemning tongues, distant judgments
That taste not the fire and regret
Mere children these amidst the plot
The superficial argument
Spending fortunes to buy the rot
Of their eternal discontent
The traffic on the busy street
All night through Harlem roars
The haunted sounds of dusky feet
The longing hearts for tropic shores.
Categories:
undraped, black african american, night,
Form: Lyric
O faded moment sand swaddled, a child
Inviolate as the sun, bare to the skin
Nature festive in glee, waves roaring wild
Nothing molesting thought to imply sin
Overtures of praise all grown up to win
Cradled in form of figure muscle carved
Exciting the love undraped eyeballs starved
Naked ***** in the sea's shadow hung
Sensitive and shy, drying clothes wharved
Emitted semen of light, life fills my lung.
Clotheless I, on that beach all day drying
Emerald waters lapping the desire of toes
Latent as the dream for home is pining
Erect and firm in heart's triumph and woes
Beauty in the blackness appeases its foes
Revealing all: faultless skin, faultless soul
Athletic, a tall motion to behold
Touch with her imagination, my skin
Emits a sheen that shudders some like gold
Drain my smile to dregs, I was born to win.
Categories:
undraped, childhood, happiness,
Form: Dizain
Sleep my lover
you and I, under the deep blue sky
break into my dreams, with your open arms
your sealed lips with mine
lets intertwine
with love's fluid
sacred and divine.
sleep till the morning kisses your undraped skin
placed against mine.
lets infiltrate
our soul
beyond the time
as we make love
so my lover
to discover
lets make love !
lets make love !
Categories:
undraped, fantasy, romance, love, sleep,
Form: Free verse
The bald mannequin, stands
undraped, without genitalia
moving the lips.
The choreographer walks in
caressing the knobs
to open the invisible door.
There would be knife between the teeth
and dance in the flames
to lift up the veil,
to kill the sorrow and pain.
A spill from the eyes becomes
red. The whispers
will decide the prices.
Glass case will never be empty.
Sweet show will continue.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
undraped, art
Form: I do not know?