A poem by Prem Geet.
I surround
My Beloved
as a racing breeze
Caressing his shoulder
As a holy perfume
Drifting on his senses
As a moonray
Spilling on his feet.
I surround His ears,
Ecstatic vaginas,
with silent singing.
I take His love,
Joyous hammer,
on all that is not real.
He kills me continuously,
Resurrects only space.
Together our silence makes
Love a silverwhite lake.
I surround
My Beloved
By Prem Geet
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