Ravi Kopra


When You Send Me A Bouquet Of Flowers - Poem by Ravi Kopra

darling, when you send me
a bouquet of flowers,
I think of you
and play with them for hours.

I love the anthuriums the most,
though I love tulips and roses too.
I slide my fingers on the stems
of anthuriums, moving up softly

to reach its pink petals.
then gently I move the tip
of my pointing finger to its center
and touch the long yellow projection

loaded with pollens fitting into its center.
O darling, then so much I miss you.
I feel like embracing you tight
and digging my fingers deep into your skin.

I feel tightening sensations in my groins,
goose bumps all over me and sharp sparks
of electric currents rushing down my spine.
O how I miss you my darling.

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Comments about When You Send Me A Bouquet Of Flowers by Ravi Kopra

  • Luo Zhihai (10/22/2017 8:44:00 AM)


    Lovely poem.Loved reading it. Much admire your work. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/13/2006 11:43:00 PM)


    to reach its pink petals.
    then gently I move the tip
    of my pointing finger to its center
    and touch the long yellow projection

    the snow like lines in this poem makes a great spiraling in our feelings
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 1, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, August 20, 2010


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