Bhawana Pokhrel

As I wake up, I miss you in the softness and luxury

Of the morning bed, since then a full spin in purity

Solitary, in serendipity of a Scorpio cover and sheet

But, in a penance of a memory, y/our merging meet

Into me, in lust, trust and burst of an irresistibility

Churning nectars into honey of collective divinity

Do you know (?), if not, I want you to; please listen

Celibacy is sexier than sex, for the orgasms glisten

In incessant tears rolling from the dam of the lake

Of my eyes that’ve locked your image in their glass case

On the verge of the merge, on me, your close-eyed-face

Your head nestled into my neck as I with my palms raised

Surrendered to silence not only had I gazed but also caged

With you in, locked lips then too I had cried but in a bliss

Book a Boeing, come soon; quiet, beyond words I miss

Separated seconds are augmented, unmade loves are due

This ephemeral life, without you, for me neither has any hue

Of that eternal life, without you, for me, nor have I any clue!

C’on dude; let’s mingle and merge, until there is life in us lieu!!

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