lust, when cajoled & converted,
from the thing it was, becomes
a lascivious ghost, whispering
into your cherry-blossom-ear.
how easy it can be
to drown
in each and every
syllable of that voice,
how difficult it can be
to come out
of a well, where you’ve
bled & emptied yourself.
.
© Anmol Arora
Day 27
(Inter)National Poetry Month
HA's Place 
The closing lines are an absolute genius!
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Truth beautifully penned.
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This incredibly deep and intense, Anmol! 📝🔥 Perhaps it’s nothing more than tainted love .. feeling like it should last forever but for some complicated reason cannot .. 💜
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Fine job.
g.r.
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Love it 🖤
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