Etc1 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Etc1



Imagine you are with her
In close range of passion,
Desire of chill winter dawn
Looking like cactus born
Pressing hundreds thorn
On your fasting flesh.
Her smoky eyes like seething bonfire
Placing both of you on loves ire,
Mesmerising with scathing rise
Baking twin on licking tounge.
Deaf silence with cooling charm
Playing best under trembling rag
Words of erring adolescence
Melting the snow of her beneath.

Sunday, December 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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