Poetry

My Earth or Poetry Thou Come And Quench Thyself!

Ah ! My Love, my blithe MonsoonQueen,

Like my lovely Indian songstress,

You wander through my Sunchest’s
Hairy temptations !

Voraciously taste my madness from their roots.
Smell the eternal flow of burning Sun-blood.
Which has been burning

Only for your absent-pleasures.

Yea

Thou come and quench thyself !

Ah ! My Love, my enthralling Goddess,
Like my honeyed Sunflower,
You stroll and dance on my Sun-lip’s
Intense Sun-thirsts !

Spontaneously enjoy
The Sunflames of my darkest dreams.
Make your appeal mingle

In my thirsty Sun-breaths.
Let a long awaited Nirvana my Sunsenses feast.

Yea

Thou come and quench thyself !

Ah ! My Love, my Impure Poetry,
Like my rebellious Spring,
Or like my musky ballerina,
You merge in my youthful Sun-veins’
Vigorous wines !

Rapaciously reap the ambrosia
Of my long profuse passions.
Hover on ‘I’ts rims, and
Lose thyself fully to my cosmic dalliance.
Hang on my lust’s Suncandle
Holding, swallowing and ruining it !

Yea

Thou come and quench thyself !

Ah ! My Love, my amorous red Rose,
Unlike a timid firefly,
You roam within my Sunheart’s –
Wrapping Fire and Light,
For incessant Sunfuns !

Greedily linger on and translate
My reflections of hungry delights.
Revolve on the shivering
But ardently warm sweating drops.
‘I’ am waiting crazily to satiate
Your avid red obsessions.

( Ah, My beloved wife,
Ah, My beloved Earth,
Ah, My beloved Poetry,
Allow ‘I’ to quench my electric Sunself,
And ourselves infinitely and eternally !  )

Yea

Thou come and quench thyself !

Thou come and quench thyself !

Thou come

And quench

My

Sunself !

                                              ~ Sanju Clement

                                              Kerala, India

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