Embers of Memory

embers of memory- solitude
a rugby inside me trembling
jerking off seeds, heat yolk
furtive cells melt in furnace

a secret pleasure perfumes
a little room an eve garden
my son learned how to erect
shadows still lurk -odorous

I felt soft sea froths salty
mammary pain oozing silk
oysters and lemons, orange
saffron, blue vain of throb

there I lay my child sinks
night chilly never had winks

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Dorian Petersen Potter

Date: 12/14/2014 8:12:00 AM

Hello there! Very colorful pen, Rajat! Love all these grandiose talks of perfumes and gardens my dear friend. It brings in my head all thes beautiful pics of exotic and beautiful orchids and ships from the past loaded with silks and sensual oils and perfumes fabrics from the Middle East. A 7 for you! Have a very wonderful Sunday! :) Love and hugs! xxxxx D.