Call Of Desire
this embryonic desire
to surrender myself
at the altar of your passion
to feel the warmth of your breath
that breathes the skin
into a glow
to taste those lips
that determine the course
of our growing passions
set to flood either of us
dislodge me out of this
empty human reason
and put me on a flight
of fancy
no longer can i
resist this call of desire...
*on reading Thomas Horton's 'Gomorrah'a while ago
09sep2009
11.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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