She writes her name
right two inch beside my spine
the dry skin follows her touch like a road
I see a tinge of blood watering her with love,
air above our bodies have the smell of sweat
the black and white love of ours takes birth everyday!
I’ve a Darjeeling in me
she has the tiger hills above,
every new day I see a new sun rise
right from her cheeks, it draws a morning
on her lips, I eat the sun and its rays in a go,
she now shares her morning and talks of the night!
I untie your shame
and make it my cloak, I keep
it aside to have shame be the audience
of the full moon in our eyes, we don’t resist
our hands running places and drawing a life
where the sky is red and it rains to cover us in one!
Rose on your lips
perfume mine and its words,
we share our taste and the hunger
of being a fantasy everyone dreams of,
your legs tangle my waist and you talk about
how we’d rest on each other without being a weight!
An armageddon
flows on our bed, we greet
it like the origin of almost everything,
our hearts seduce each other with stories
of two people in a love above life and death,
I bring them to your dream as I sleep on your smile!
Topics : Poems
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