ITEM NO. 4
My vision blinds as I kiss.
Draining self
I view
The voyage unfurls peacock before my eyes……
The frail couch gets swampy by the timid lantern
Meadows fertilize when I migrate
A cliff leaps up from the dark freckles of the neck
Shaking and pushing---
The kerchief gets moist in the sweat of laughter
I spread out this yearning fondly
One after another...
Reaching out to an immediate Bhaswati
After the last halt.
lovely
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