My heart burns
Like a pyre of sandalwood
Smell the fragrance in every breath
Love melts the sun into my morning cup of tea.
I can still feel her shoulder against mine
Her bosom against my chest
Her cheek against mine
And the smell of her skin
As if I have transformed into her!
O night of exaggeration!
A piano crashes into the waves; a silent ocean
The moon is mauve
The sky wears a flowing wedding gown
The stars have turned into red roses
The address reads: Lover’s Castle
The wind will take you there
We made love the whole day
We made love the whole night
Me and her
Her and I
Orgasmic moments!!
Time is a mattress to roll on
O unabashed desires!
O articulate silences!
Fate burns in a furnace of consequence
Destiny – a love child
Illegitimate heartbeats
Run on naked feet in a cessepool of feelings
O slums of magic!
Jungle of tranquility!
Burn! Burn! Burn!
Lit up my guts with a million candles
Madonna and the boy child
Jesus of my spine
Allah of my lips
“God is a voyeur.”
1 comment:
JESUS !! of my spine
aap bhi na... iska dosh bhi bhagwaan par
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