Ceri
Naz
OPALESCENT OUTFLOWS
It’s 15th
of the calendar
Calling a
reservation, dine in for two
At the best
French cuisine
Had the
best Amanti Vino sip
Eiffel
couldn’t explain the towering excitement
From
celebrating nerves
Temptations
of the whirling trumpets
From
Tibetan to Paris waterspout
It showers
eerily, knocking crazy
The cackles
from the windows, then towards
The
witnessing cold-wither-proof rooftop
Invite his
body to wrap me
All around
And the
pulling force exaggerates
Bed stories
filling all the corners of the room
‘twas a
game of murmurs , beats and bites
Then on and
on, naked surrealism
Yelling
trajectory of giggles
The monsoon
blessed the ecstasy
The would
be another Harlequin’s whispers
Of sweet
nothings
On a rainy
day,
An
exclaimed anniversary.
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