Love - An Unusual Attire- Poem by Prabir Gayen

Love - an unusual attire.
-(From sex to supreme self) -

Wilt thou not come into my soul?
With thy honeyed eyes wilt thou suck my being.
I will wait till thy virgin time suppressing my desire.
Thou wilt come and deflower me
With stroke upon stroke.
I will find in that blow love unattainable though.
With my elated self I will plunge into thy booking and suck thy sap,
With hefty limb will I take thee to heaven of joy.
With joy and with pain for losing thy limited Continence,
Thou wilt flow me into thy being.
I will love not by lover's heart,
I will love to make thee oblivious of the sense of good and bad.
Like a patch of cloud wilt thou fall onto my chest for sudden blow of weird wind,
The wind of love and carnal trait.
Thou will squeeze me and I will fall like a naked home,
With love unusual we will be one,
Like river flowing into the ocean.
From the upright state of mountain top we will fall like a ball of fire into the abyss of Vale and Dale.
With deep cohabitation we will become a valley of flower.