Lit.Org - a community for readers and writers Advanced Search

Average Rating

(0 votes)

You must login to vote

38 suns rise from your swollen seas
scintillant like the unblinking hangnail of a glorious moon
or the pungent blood-tang of the cut Acacia
I gawk like a flower at your blossoming suns
My petals waving like frenzied masts
But there is no wind, not a whisper, nay a drop
There is a still sea around us.
I wait like the Acacia.
Pregnant with unalloyed lusts
for everyinch of you.

Related Items


The following comments are for "My unalloyed lusts"
by Shakti

Add Your Comment

You Must be a member to post comments and ratings. If you are NOT already a member, signup now it only takes a few seconds!

All Fields are required

Commenting Guidelines:
  • All comments must be about the writing. Non-related comments will be deleted.
  • Flaming, derogatory or messages attacking other members well be deleted.
  • Adult/Sexual comments or messages will be deleted.
  • All subjects MUST be PG. No cursing in subjects.
  • All comments must follow the sites posting guidelines.
The purpose of commenting on Lit.Org is to help writers improve their writing. Please post constructive feedback to help the author improve their work.