napowrimo- 23- april 2020- mirror

The room is fairly lit up today
After the window screens providing me comfort all this while
There she stands facing me
My beloved for whom I yearned for
I immediately call out to her, saying Hi
She smiles but quickly ssshh's to remain quiet
This longing was difficult for me
But all that is melted now with her presence
Her dimple cheeks still matches the pink lillies that sit outside in our garden
The frail but prominent fringes on her head toss up in slow motions as she strokes them carefully
I see her shifting some invisible thoughts on each leg that graced my sight everyday
I am shamelessly guilty but I still stare at her with a beseeching look
To devour every moment I sat in recluse
My heart tries to hold its breath for a minute as she slowly undreses in front of me
Nudging me with a sly wink and a raised brow
I think she did hear me moan as she took a step closer
Letting me have a vivid view of her firm collarbones
Her breezy arms that waved up to her face
The soft breasts that she fondled for a minute or so
The buldge of her stomach taking deep breaths
Few stretch marks were taking naps in the guest rooms
One on each side
I found her dapper navel sitting on a mesh of wires
And then figured out it was some sort of surgery marks
As she winced in pain on a random touch
I offered to comfort her as she rubbed them in circular motions
And tiny tears welled up her sombre eyes yet she still maintained a poise I admired
Opening my arms wide, I asked her to surrender all the pain I was willing to bear
She giggled a little and then her gaze shifted away
Towards a voice now clear to me as a baby's babble
"Thank you, but I need to go", she said, giving me a flying kiss and walked away towards the end of the room.


Copyright©2020-4th May by Elvira Lobo (All rights reserved; unauthorized use prohibited)
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napowrimo- 8-april 2020- octave of love- based on Richard silken bots

octave of love
Staying away from you
Was a gory nightmare
But finding you by my side
Was a dream come true
You saved my life, he says, I owe you everything
Let us make love to fill our souls
The joy of this beautiful unity
We didn’t care about time,
All we cared was the moments
Then the nights tangled in heat
Bearing our bodies with no decree
And the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces
High on the octave of love
Our passion turned more insane
It became difficult to decipher whether
you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire
Just when I cajole him to take a break
He laughs  and pulls me close
tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again
Probably he is on a octave again!

Written on a unique concept this time.The prompt challenge is to write a poem using few Twitter bots. I enjoyed reading most of them but the one that really impressed me were by 'Richard Silken bot'.So, here it is my composition using Richard's bot highlighted for your reference- Happy Reading !

P.S: hope Richard reads this poem one day :)
Copyright©2020-13th April by Elvira Lobo (All rights reserved; unauthorized use prohibited) 
Disclaimer: The image(s) in the post are taken from Google. I don’t claim any of its rights. 

In thy name

If love had a heart,wouldn’t it melt like ice,dissolve like salt and spread like fire
yet our inhibitions forsake us to let it pump in one
the enormous heart is divided into pieces by this love
but we lose it, to keep it for us
have that innocent one become ferocious and wanted
that later it turns away and brings sadness
all in its name for no fault
coz we wear only a piece of heart of love

Love stains

Standing under the shower,
bare to the mirror and barely to myself;
I scrub the stains off my skin,
the stains of your unrequited love
that has borne one with my flesh.
It has mingled  with water and bears sympathy
as it gets with it but fails to wash it off.
 I have tried this many  times,
the warm water just seems to blaze
the lifeless stains and cold one just lets it sleep away again.

Thy Love

Kiss thy lips my love for they lust for the tasty grape drink,
pour thy seducing potion of love that mingles with a cocktail of red rose-ed bliss
slip in your hands to comfort this nervous soul to handle this rockety push
entangle your legs to slither thy greed of fun and more love
Meddle wih this tresses that cradles your warm fingertips
arouse the passion my love for the oneness that brings two of us to be a union.
peck thy nape forgoing your worries and submerging into these desires of wanting more.