Francis Osho Poet I do not know?

I Sleep Here

rotten fruits, aroma of love, drenching monsoon
open windows, drops on faces,love erupts
the hidden secrets in your soul spills
i am
intoxicated with your turbulent love
suffocating at times soothing now
love is peace
war of the peace
our tortured bodies entwined
in a sacred embrace
lips wandering on the surface
of your gloom
boiling blood calms
a little now
n takes a turn in the subterranean
breath of the silent sea
to be, is , now , here
floating in the grey clouds
of your enigma
like a child
i sleep here

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Pashang Salehi December 10, 2015 at 1:03 PM Francis, I added you to my favorite. You are the only one on my list so far... Keep writing my friend. Pashang Salehi December 11, 2015 at 12:57 AM No my friend, I am in Los Angeles California. I came to United States about 38 years ago. I am originally from Iran. Francis Osho December 10, 2015 at 6:28 PM thats an honor pashang. thank you. r u from india/

Rocco Parisella December 5, 2015 at 11:32 PM ... Beautiful ... Nice work my friend ! Francis Osho December 6, 2015 at 1:14 AM thanks rocco

Charmaine Chircop December 4, 2015 at 5:18 AM to be , is, now , here /floating in the grey clouds of your enigma/like a child/i sleep here -Exceptional lines and beautiful poem. Francis Osho December 4, 2015 at 6:45 AM thank you charms for reading and commenting. they call you the romantic queen and coming from you is an honor