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.
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© Anmol Arora
Day 27
(Inter)National Poetry Month
HA's Place 