you're in front of me or an elixir urn is
painting by Susan Martin Spar
eager to flow over, this evening
has its own glamour but
lesser than your
sliver, the
drooping eyelid or tuberose cluster
are eager to bloom, a rustle in
the flower grove or you've
whispered some
passionate
verse,
the indigotic darkness, shrinking the
proximity, hard to say which
side is superficies and
where is the infinite
depth, strange
feeling
eddy prone moment, who knows the
outcome of this obsession,
gliding away eroded
shore ! and
sinking
emerging the fragrant breath - - - - - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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