Surreal Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Surreal



Like a fountain of honey
You fall from the comb of love
I am the hungry bee
Waiting with bated breath to
Get soaked in its fresh warmth;

I rise with wings of ecstasy
To sip drop by drop to quench
The thirst that has turned
My heart into an inaccessible
Desert holding an oasis of your face

Friday, September 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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