Dawn On Fire
blown apart her lewd locks of hair
stretching arch ready to ensnare
the dawn sets itself on fire
rain hurries down to douse the heat
soaked wet, vanity you secrete
earth also smells full with desire
hard log flamed, I burned to ash soft
now I lie, on the ground, pride lost
unsated, some more you require
Nove Otto- 9 lines, syllable count 8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8
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write: 14.6.2014
Mohan Chutani
Copyright © Mohan Chutani | Year Posted 2014
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