towards the separation of lips

the mauve-toned sky picks
and plucks at my love’s languid pace,
turning a shade of brinjal-blue
and carrot-red, as suns and rains
drown each other out, before
Venus’ chariot of callous-crowns —

i have seen kisses in the shapes
of a soft-pink roundness,
(a bulging sourness) of falling grapes,

i have seen lips that go up and up,
and down and down, like a loitering
lover, in search of a finicky warmth
(just to belong) in unrelenting arms,

i have eaten morsels of bodies, drank
myself to the satisfaction of projectile-
juices, (parched in deserts) of skin-types,

i have kissed thighs of another order,
and written psalms of sleep at many
arbors, (struggling) beneath a few
forgetful breaths.

let me sleep now for a second or two,
(for your sake)
before i slip through your lips
and become whole again.

.
© Anmol Arora

For ‘Shortcake, waffles, berries and cream .. February!‘ at With Real Toads, where Sanaa inspires us with a poem by Joseph O Legaspi

22 thoughts on “towards the separation of lips

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    “the mauve-toned sky picks and plucks at my love’s languid pace,” .. this is such a poignant opening line, Anmol! I can feel multiple emotions in this poem.. feelings of love, perhaps a little sorrow mingled with pain and lust. Youth is nothing short of a roller-coaster which we go through. It takes a lot of courage to pour your heart out into a poem and I am so honored you chose to share with us. Arz kia hai..

    “Faraz ishq ki dunia toh khoobsurat thi,
    Yeh kis ne fitna-e-hijr oh visaal rakha hai.”

    Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! ❤️

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  2. Jim says:

    A conglomerate of serious kissers, nice reading, Anmol. I would like meet some of them and understand their surrounding circumstances. I feel I might find happy, lonely, frightened, coerced, youthful, and who knows.
    ..

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  3. Kestril Trueseeker says:

    Oh this is to be deeply and thoroughly sated, yet still deliriously ravenous for that next taste of nectar! I like the candid sensuality of it.

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  4. Anmol, the daubs of colour in this poem are so artistic and I especially enjoyed the shades of brinjal-blue and carrot-red, which also evoke flavours – I love the way you’ve incorporated food. Your control of pace in ‘plucks at my love’s languid pace’ is effective, as is the sensuality in:
    ‘i have kissed thighs of another order,
    and written psalms of sleep at many
    arbors, (struggling) beneath a few
    forgetful breaths’.
    Stunning!

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