"When you're Strange''

Dedicated to and Inspired by "Ashima yadava"

Act 5 .
Foreground

Morrison's 'The End' sparkled in her eyes,
her poetic nails often scratched debris of
lost words and lullabies out of my skin.

Bruised and charmed, I would love the pain,
Eyes directly addressed the hiding poet inside me,
waiting to be touched, unintelligently.

Act 4
Noir

Began with her fingers moving in 34fps,
like a dance she touched her cheek.
Her locks artfully measured the moment,
and hung like a strong note of 9th symphony.

The exhaled atoms of her breaths,
with an ecstatic fission blessed the room.
Her lips so full, began to notice,
the uneasiness of my taste buds.

Act 3
Club

Pregnant with art, I chose to hide,
though her skin sensed my presence.
As she hugged, my skin giggled,
and her hair splashed my face with memories.

She held my hand and smoke in another,
it whinged my soul whenever smoke raped her lips.
But the skin of her palm, kept caressing my soul,
gently, like a soft orgasm.

Act 2
Montage

My over crank eyes often submit themselves,
to the matchless vision of her naked back.
Scripted Ghalib's gems on that soft flesh,
roared yet unheard as her stoned body moaned.

I kissed her fingers, felt them breathe,
rolled them over my face and swirled.
I brushed myself with her feet,
only to make my veins more volatile.

Act 1
Room.

Distance choked my world,
I had to smell her.
Counting every step gave me courage,
and I knocked at her door.

Her sharp eyes, peeked inside my chest,
with pity she dragged me and violently pushed me.
I counted the thuds as I fell.

Half naked she sat on me and as she bit my ear,
she asked me, "When do you find me the most beautiful thing you've ever seen"
After wasting a syllable of two I whispered in fear,
"When you're strange"

Reviews

[emmah]

'no safety or surprise' - is perhaps my favorite line from the end - and that's half true for this piece - no safety - this tale is a compelling testament to flying without a safety net - there are so many unique expressions that emerge - that's the surprise element - who knew that nails could be poetic - and that they could scratch the debris of lost words and lullabies out of one's skin! - there is a vein of untamed mystery running through this verse - the characters are revealed, yet veiled - the circumstances, brazen, yet shy - and who knew that syllables could be wasted! - 'when you're strange' - with that - everything makes sense - strange how three and a half words can do that!!!

[Bubo]

Such a passionate write and exquisite end.........I am half in love with this woman myself! You write beautifully, with clear expression, and I just loved the final lines of this creature who poetic nails scratch debris of lost words.

[No regret]

wow!! great..

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. "no one remembers your name" ... to take off from the song ... with various moments sculpted under neon lights ... and tags that are way beyond listing prices ... somehow, somewhere ... poetry trickles in ... the universe of verse is never bereft ... perhaps this is why ... a fascinating read indeed ... without the safety net ... emms observations are oh so sharp and precise ...