I Sleep Here
rotten fruits, aroma of love, drenching monsoon
open windows, drops on faces,love erupts
the hidden secrets in your soul spills
i am
intoxicated with your turbulent love
suffocating at times soothing now
love is peace
war of the peace
our tortured bodies entwined
in a sacred embrace
lips wandering on the surface
of your gloom
boiling blood calms
a little now
n takes a turn in the subterranean
breath of the silent sea
to be, is , now , here
floating in the grey clouds
of your enigma
like a child
i sleep here
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