Ampat Koshy

Rookie (23.11.1964 / Thiruvananthapuram)

O Muse Who Does Not Yield - Poem by Ampat Koshy

O Muse who does not yield
when I try to plant a kiss
on your pale, pink lips
My tongue becomes a forked
flickering, dreadful thing
curls around your body
in tendrils smoke-flame thin
adorning you, creeping
around you - a game
All because, O Muse
you do not yield to me
your pale, pink lips
when I come to you
to plant on them a kiss
as I prefer you plain
and not thus, leaves tattoo'ed.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 11, 2013


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