simply a silk fibre was in my dream
walking passionately on this fibre
just to get my intrusion into that window
panes never get shut a fibreless beauty
slept made of butter it seemed
climbing through and through
entered there with my hidden spoon
just to touch that butter beauty
dream never me knew
strong desire of ever melting
that piece of human shaped lady
always fever haunted
the prison of that cage always kept tight
with freezing no mans embroidery
shit
as soon as I appeared that room
silk fibre my only walking path get lost
the nymphomaniac melting banned beauty
sensing my presence jumped up and embraced
last breath of my dreamwalking dreamer's passion
memory lost forever
the last part of that episode
yet feel as my poetic aesthetic
to penetrate as long as I live!
Pranab k c
03/07/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem