Practiced Passion
First came a moon
Then it was the second
Words called me night and noon
Pink pearls of passion
First it tasted blue
Then as birds joined the moon
Your love in view
Oranges in dune
Shadow in the tea
Your chiselled poems
Crazily desiring me
Your lovely haemoglobins
I gaze at the crane
Flying in the blue
Lovely coloured rain
Angelina in queue
They come and hold my hand
Lead me to the colour
Both bright and bland
I cannot but love her
These moon gathering sessions
Of the practiced passion
These smelling obsessions
Of your rhododendrons
Are my moons in your smile
Of the poetry on your lip
Like the river Nile
A twilight in my ship
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14/11/2016
Contest: Practiced Passion
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
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