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Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Who Am I ?

Your touch is so sweet
your skin honey dripping;

the trail of your tongue
on skin, corrodes my being.

As if of hemlock I had drunk
Intoxicant, that is you-
poisons me to the core
It sears holes in my soul.

You, I inhale.
Ineffable, this loss of me.

Inexplicable the release
from being me.

This me that you see
Is it really me ?

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