62 A rose is for your beloved. The perfect whorl encloses Secrets.
A ROSE PREETI BRAHMIN
HearA lover's heart Blindfolded skid Riding oblong on The silk of the blades In mute absorption Of happy hormones Filling the grail of life And headlong With concentrated plummet The pulsating self falls Seeking the thrill Of new answers Into the nesting whorl SmellThe dark hopelessness Inseminate with lightExploding on The odour thirsty nerves. FeelBlindfolded love, All millions of atoms of it Stumbling in busy rush Reacting to that emotionFalling and sinking Upon thorn and petal. Requited or unrequitedBonded or boundless Pain protests into pleasure
Chrysanthemum Chronicles/July issue
