Flamboyant dust, I rubbed my hands through...
Red was my ardour for that young madness.....
And for the sake of eros love,
which I no longer will be able to subdue.....

Your slender soul tastes like cinnamon,
That pungent smell drives me into the gyre....
The interminable sands of time is drawing me towards the gem,
all day can I admire.....

from the nape, slithering across to the pink loaf like coppice wild.....
to the protruding heavens I run my fingers through,
my head's getting heavy , orbs getting blurred, "make me fall into the placid slumber on your lap" I said.
where it's only me and
you.......................







© Aniket