Poetry — 26 March 2016

A poem by Prem Geet.

sparkling water

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

sparkling water

Prem Geet is a regular contributor

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