Flower In A Book - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
I will let myself be a flower
If you can be a book of poetry.
Then some romantic mind will pluck my body
From the garden of love,
To place me between your open pages.
I promise to bathe your every letter with my fragrance,
To drop my pollens on your cleavage,
And I know you’ll breathe me safe in your chest.
Thus, I’ll be laying upon you, intact,
Even after my death.
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