We sit together,
all legs and breath and sweat.
Our love is like honey, raw and sticky sweet,
open wound blood from a scraped knee.
I take it pumped into my veins,
pulsing through my arteries,
bite my lip just to taste it.
Sink our teeth into each other like we're tender meat;
juices dripping down my chin.
The blurry light of a heat wave felt
in the aching wind moving waves, hair, and heart.
The humming fan overhead mixes
with the ringing in my ears,
and I know forever cannot stay,
but in the silence, she is here.
Nette Onclaud
Eight By Eight
08/01/2026
You laugh, yet I see gray mist pool
behind your eyes, thick, raw, and choked -
a rotting smoke that drowns your throat.
You grin through teeth to hide the blood,
you fight the tide, you choke on ash.
I see the wounds you scrub to bone,
the quiet war that eats your mind;
it is always here, always there...
Death does not arrive with bias or mercy.
It sneaks between ribs and chokes beating hearts.
Eyes close and breath ceases — bodies go quiet.
We go, we go,
Gone.
Back to where the stars have patiently waited.
Where we scatter outward, and what we lose
Becomes light again
In a universe that never forgets.
Words are enough.
They don't some overdramatized definition of them,
Don't be a fool to explain it to me.
I'd rather die a lonely and cruel death, by my own hands.
Words —
They don't come easy, do they?
The blurry effect on my left iris left me partially blind.
It tears my other eye to see it in the mirror.
Words, they are spat out like fetid, rotting chunder,
Why do they taste so putrid and smell so obnoxious?
When I try to let them out, they escape through my eye,
Leaking and spewing festering dross.
Technicolor yawn mimics the man in the mirror and then
He would call in sick the next day.
As the pus decay in the drought and barren land of my eye,
I was recommended using Ciprofloxacin.
Words —
Words like "I need help" and "why does it hurt so bad?"
I wish I never knew how to speak.
Instead of the infection of my worm-eaten and vile eye,
I desiderate it be my mouth rather.
Words like these are what made me feel how I feel now,
Enervated and debilitated.
Visceral
I don’t want to be Sati
I am not Savithri
Neither am I a ‘WIFE’
Who gets locked within me.
The love and lust were a voyage
When I enjoyed each moment
The fragrance of sindhoor and musk
Surrounded us, to wherever we flew.
The radiance is gone and fragrance is lost
Yet the heart yearns for a new picture
The bones hanker for a mate
A different name, shape and face
I shall live to the fullest of my soul
I shall love till I reach the horizon
I am waiting, praying and wishing
For you, my special friend- still unclear.
Sandhya T.P.
A torrent of emotional joy
Hazy sunlight and an opalescent sky
a cool breeze that rests gently
In mystical circles,
where the swing gently swings
a myriad of wings of song
This also sounds depressing.
perplexing ideas in my mind
Sun loungers replenish and revitalize
It was poured in the shape of barbed wire
The floods drive the rest away
Cleanse the fragile soil of hidden lies
Making bravery out of openness
Dragons raze dwellings.
I heard the murmurs under the bare twigs
While scratching the sky, tears flow
from the dismal, boulder-filled sky
Torrid foundation with fall-leaf stain
Love kept me going and bearing
That is all. I had grown up.
A sensual touch may be quite relaxing
surely exude timid shyness
People will admit advantage of you
to persuade you,
They truly helped
Written: November 19, 2022
"Visceral"
Beyond
the invisible
a farscape
much closer
than great distance
unacknowledged
silence calls
what waits
within
to listen
something
powerful
visceral
beckons
you are not
the narrative
programmed
into you
nor responsible
for perceptions
painted over
the unread in you
silence calls
what waits
within
to listen
something
powerful
visceral
beckons
beyond
the invisible
it watches
and it listens
standing
firm in its
own light
and truth
the unacknowledged,
acknowledging
the unread
in you
beyond
the invisible
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Push the Limits” / Enigma
https://youtu.be/k1ktapNmi-s
Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi! /Enigma
https://youtu.be/jJsGtlaMm4U
Morphing through Time/Enigma.
https://youtu.be/ZntPhESIHf4
MCMXC a.D. / Enigma
https://youtu.be/T2YLLlHPO0g
Breathless; I stood in the silence of dawn.
Her beautiful skyline framed silhouette
had the earliest birds attention drawn.
Visceral love at first sight! Juliet?
Fathomless emotions within my chest.
With her green eyes and tenderness of touch;
her heart and mine became one love confessed!
Dark wind whipped hair heldfast; a silky clutch.
Morning twilights arrive in purer hues.
Whilst we long to keep each day from dwindling,
our flame is sustained by horizon views.
To hearts entwined, stars are only kindling.
Paths crossed one another, not being lead.
One love. One soul. Passion sewn in chance; thread.
2-23-2020
*Breathless; I stood in the *silence of dawn.
Her *beautiful skyline framed silhouette
had the earliest *birds attention drawn.
Visceral love at first sight! Juliet?
*Fathomless emotions within my chest!
With her *green eyes and tenderness of touch;
her *heart and mine became one love confessed!
*Dark wind whipped *hair heldfast; a silky clutch.
Morning twilights arrive in purer hues.
Whilst we long to keep each day from dwindling,
our flame is sustained by horizon views.
To hearts entwined, stars are only kindling!
Paths crossed one another not being lead.
One love. One soul. Passion sewn in chance; *thread.
23 Feb. 2020
My naked feet feel the slick, moist grass in the quiet park
as my fingers pluck and trace the soft edges of a flower petal.
My back is pricked as I lean against a spiked, tree trunk
while my hand swipes off a sticky, delicate cobweb from my face.
As I pull off the cobwebs, tree sap drops onto my hair
penetrating my scalp, and I attempt to pull off it's gooey sap.
Suddenly, I feel the thick, sandpaper lick of a dog's tongue
on my cheek, and I laugh, petting his fluffy fur with pleasure.
Written on 8/31/2015
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