summer the first drops of drizzle almost like fire
Tag: poetry
pleasure is the only dream that this flesh answers to
cold waves in orbit of your soft hips
thrill of the peril the flesh says more
in measured breaths we survive this summer night
dark before dawn counting the steps to oblivion
even death might a take a moment or two to appreciate the rain why won’t you
every droplet of rain has a unique name and sounds like a crash
found: tired eyes at the back of the head
the rain at last a love letter to the vagrant soul
elancharan gunasekaran 