Tuesday 13 March 2012

MORE LOVE, MORE LOVE


Between love and sweet binding of lover,
We are composed of life and its journey,
Like an emblem of love we do care for
All of us, the two we are, in the same pattern 
Of revelations, being touched and cared all the time,
Sweet in the nights, together, declaring:
“We are in love, with no razor cuts or crime.”

With every move, she is following like
Living in skin in term like the vending machine hot
Tea with love unbound, I feel the thrill,
When something happening in me to adore,
In the unbound swearing of continuity in clearance,
Jointly made up, with transport to bear it in lips and toes,
Those are alighting in sense of love,
I do mingle in her cells, not with separate organs,
But with emanating looks settled in her black eyes. 

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