Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
The Geeta In Your Kiss
There are nights, and there is the night.
Petals dark blossom, an orchid rare.
Swallow me whole, I writhe in delight.
Caverns of desires, walls jaded,
With rubies and amethysts that adorned
The well of your bosom and mist of youth
You drag me through the grasslands of memories
I thrash against the stones where our bodies touched
Flowers bloom from the corners where we took our turns
Red roses mark yours, Chrysanthemums mark mine
You maul me, eat me alive raw, your kisses sear my soul
My darling in my dreams in your kiss
I saw the beginning and end of the cosmos.
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