Lust
The sky soars ahead
grey in the mind
The clouds flirt with the wind
which darkens in molten red
And she cries...
this love in heat
and the desert thirsts’
Unto her bosom he drinks his wine
red and dark
And rain gushes in cloudless sky
mesmerizing beauty he holds all night
Copyright © Prerna Gurung | Year Posted 2005
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