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The flora was there to stalk us,
But now two of them
Stutterer of the bees,
Needled into
Looping with honey
In her Eyes
Inner Beauty
Within her Thighs
Wandering,
A vagabond enters…
Lover, sweet lips have failed you
And I know it was my name you stroked last night
Those petals spoke of me
It’s your air that gave you away
It was last night
That you gave away
Something unravels into us,
But are you mine to let go of?
And though I have an urge…
I’m aware
your indifference is fulfilling itself again
© A.R. Minhas 2016
