of decades, and I am
searching the
land of
rain shadow below your eyelashes!
in this fuzzy light of evening.
When you're the branch of
nocturnal bloom, then
I'm searching
some cell
of immortal fragrance, to hide in my
inner chest, when the darkness
is spreading in the groves
of screw pine, you're
then the extinct
snakegem !
and
In that moment, I'm the antidote, the amour.
Poultice makes me toxin free
Man, slowly, my persona
dissolves in your
love - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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