lalitha iyer (7.6.1967 / Kochi, India)
Bride Of Winter
She is soft
and sings aloft
her hair is white
and her heart is a sight
she never wakes up
shivering with cold
her passions clothe her
with the hottest ride.
she dreams and dreams
her eyes full of love
she cooes her wildest woes
with wild nests thirsty of twos
she is barren with all desires buried
her touch is cutting and her hands are frozen
her kiss is knify and her lips are parched
she shall wake up as Summer melts her with passion.
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