This is the time of isolation;
the interminable warmth of that kiss
vanished into a hallucination,
sticking the window panes,
stares at me; stares at me
with a single look
i can perceive its bliss
then
among the sun burnt
cluster of palm trees
even being seen by none
that warmth will come up
ferrying the seven sees,
in a thrust
in the wriggling school of fish,
when the waves loss their rhythm,
bursting into a sly laughter,
that warmth will be running after me...
yet
that moment
not giving a hold to you,
slipping away,
there...,
it's there...,
i desolate you
and brim with sublime satiety
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