Natural Aphrodisiac


Colors of Euphoria

Out in the open fields afar,

Breathing in the breeze of spring my last night’s scars.

There’s grass on her naked back and some trampled under my knees;

Twigs in her hair and mud on my feet.

Knots between us unwilling to untie;

Her skin kindling up my heart, under the pink sky.

There’s orchids growing out our ears; pulsars twinkling in her eyes.

Pulling us even closer in the hills are red thorny creepers reaching up our thighs.

Colors of euphoria blooming on her neck;

She and I possessed by this nature’s wreck.

Seasons sway and change to her moves;

The spring leaves wither and autumn plays its grooves.

Impromptu roars of winds we feel on our face;

And the last drops from her chalice stream down in grace.

The winds suddenly take to calm as her panting stops;

Beneath us grow orange summer crops.

And we lay there brazen, lit like fireflies;

Waiting for the spring to return, before our light dies.

poem by – Deven A.

artwork by – @AlphaChanneling

Deven A.

This blog consists of the detailed prose and poetic collections from the imprinted memories of the obsessive knack to live the hell out of life. I, Deven A. am a Filmmaker, Poet and Photographer who puts forth the data gathered by my sense organs and my mind, in whatever decorative manner of words I can thread together. Travelling is a way of living for me and the words published on this site are only fragments of the profound feelings felt, lessons learnt, and life lived on the road. The Bearded Highway-Man aims to capture and present the true spirit of travel, poetry and life in its crudest and purest form…

Leave a comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *