Apple- eye lenses
Thy brothel of my heart
Succulent and placid
Tranquillity sits on your lips
Petunia dabbing swollen blues
Swirling around! Swirling around!
In a loop of adultery
I call you my eve
Ah! I ate the forbidden fruit
Fruit of lust and love
Like a rosemary tossed on the torso
I remembered the austere nights
Shooting flick of the moonlight
Like Ariel cupping the celestial moon in her hands
I call you my tapestry of heart.
Crimson walls gradually crumble,
Behold it just right around the corners
I’m about to fade!
Silhouette of my perfect being
Is temptations are my intrinsic needs?
Gargi Sidana is a voracious reader and a skilled writer residing in Ludhiana (Punjab).