Scent Of The Beloved.

I dreamt of a terrible angel

Descending from a raucous tavern

Drunk on starry brew

The stranger stumbling from heart to heart

A droplet of blood smeared on forefinger

Trickling down white canvas

The fire reveals the shadow self

Moonlight arcs on her breasts

Nipples extend towards the cosmos

Belly button: the receptacle of divine milk

I fell down on my knees

Tears in my eyes

Her scent infects my veins

O Goddess!

All I want to do is eat you.

(c) A.R. MINHAS 2020.


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