Bay of Bliss
The patina of enticing flowers
flushes your luring lips,
glows in the garden of my flashing face.
In the ivory valley between the mounds,
carved in the lilting landscape
of concealed craving,
cascades the torrent of desire,
melting from the frozen lust,
I float in the river of fervor,
flowing to the bay of bliss.
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June 15, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
July 10, 2022
For 2022 Marathon Poetry Mile 7 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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