I stand at the hidden lotus pond
away from the unromantic crowds,
amidst thick greenly and thorny coppice.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath...
I feel your scent;
the scent of your secret grace.
A draft of mild breeze makes me feel
your flying silk sari
slowly unwrapping you
revealing your beautiful folds.
Again I take a deeper breath;
again and again breathing you,
the salty inviting fragrance of your sweat
and the taste of your thirst...
This is my routine
my romance with an unseen you
but felt by every cell of mine
at every time and at every place.
Do you call it platonic? Sorry
you don't see
my heart's unlimited orgasms.
Topic(s) of this poem: global, guru, future, chocolate, cloud, devotion, flowers, forget, friend, fruit
Form: Free Verse
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