You, my wheat stream of thick dusk.You waft. On these arid lips and concave lust.
You have glutton eyes chase you on wild roads.
I am a hustling burrow. Your life rolling down my humus slopes.
You, my corn and kidney beans. Dancing on summer drums and dreams.You bloom, your sunset flare capturing the lion hearts. A bronze foam twittering on your radioactive parts. A lilac boat. You row in the gleaming oases of my cactus laughs.
My land is a humble parchment. A scattered ensemble of shy moonflowers and coffee seeds. I plough rivers of your beauty.
You, my fumbling ice stream rush into the crevices of my molten heart. Your placid lips sewing my flying cart . Gasping exchanges of rapid rubs and hasty squeezes. I am an awestruck galaxy.
You sit atop my foolish heart. An enormous bang in the stars.
© Aakriti Kuntal