A wish runs through
The soft lines
Of your protruding bust,
And a lightening
In the hollow of belly.
You, a suave minstrel
Hawk the Solomon wit
And pervade over the daredevils
Of the thirsty hearts.
Your Cantaloupe colored muslin
And the caramel tips
hold the bombshells of passion.
You pick up the jelly sighs
At the butts
Of your corrugated lines
Nicely drawn
Over the wavering landscapes
Of your mushy frame.
The kestrels of passion
Hoist another flag
Over the hinterlands
Of the creased frenzy
That you carry
Behind the enthralling hipline.
Harish k. Thakur
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