Every Moon Sets -11: The Cold Promise
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Subhas Chandra Chakra
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Your cold kisses
on my lips of desire
red with expectations
that are bathed
in the lake of death wishes
remain untraced
in the prescribed map
of unfulfillment
the moon of agony
shines in the sky of pains
above the zenith
of nights of separation.
The butterfly of sin
promises once more
one more night,
one more full moon of sex
to the flower
with a virgin bed.
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