THE INTER MIGRATION - -

feel me closely, in your breath, in throb,-
in your disruption, in fretum, I'm -
existed within your persona, 
without wrapper or 
folded with the
modesty,
like the rustle of moonlit leaves, feel me
in your half asleep consciousness,
in covert stream which flows 
leisurely beneath your 
fueled chest, just 
somewhere
in the -
corner of eyes, I'm weaving few graceful 
dream, feel me in your soul and 
mind, shadow of love now
gradually spreading 
on your body,
slowly 
you're leaving the earth, going towards - -
my heart - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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Midnight Blue by Wistmans Wood