Awakenings cravings longings
Let loose in the blank void..
You make me talk to you
With my thoughts hidden
In the leaves of my words..
Love’s lips slip
Between sheets of my imaginations..
Pools of dripping rain-clouds
Collect under the projections
Of the window sills of my mind..
Flowing rivulets snaking sinuous arousals
Sleeping-dreaming sensuous predilections
Invoked in sorceries of sugar-coated
Whispers whimpers rising in the tides
Of tempestuous tenderness..
Chips of marble-glass flakes
Blue-green violet-red golden flames
Bake on the sea-sands of my reflections
-by Rita Putatunda
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