ARt-Rajendra Gupta
here is my skin
all naked
for the trees to murmur
a soft blow
a hibiscus to press my earlobe
against the pillow
the handprints of the moon
against my cheek,
here is my skin- sliced as an orange
piquant as sunrays
over the glare of the auburn sky
my skin- a nectar of soft honey sigh
of a mother's soft voice,
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