Poem Hunter


What if sun that just went down dissolves
himself in the sea in shear shame
looking at our bodies together aflame
and raises up as crimson love tsunamis

What if moon and its residing cold mountains
Seeing our gentle cuddles
Sublime into erotic effervescence
and twinning passion tornadoes

What if every serene dewdrops
on the velvet sleeping grasses
get aroused by our warm breaths
rises back to sky and burst as ecstasy bubbles

What if every star from the sky
gets into dirty war outright
for their right to sneak us first
turning themselves into orgasmic shooting stars.

Hence we never made love that night.

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