Pratip Sen Gupta


Thirst Series Last Poem - Poem by Pratip Sen Gupta

I shall drink with thirsty lips
What shall you serve me but wine
It no longer quenches my thirst
O this parched thirst of mine

I am not a vampire I cannot drink your throat
I have already soaked up all your tears
There are now no more
Drop your mercury fluids in the clay
And watch them vanish like before
And when that is done tell me pray
What is that saliva dribbling down your chin
The sweat forms on your face in sin
Tell me when to stop when to begin
What is that glass you will pour it in
I will gurgle deep within
Until you pass that nectar in
You are all wet where have you been

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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