Veneer of kisses
Leaves behind a love
That larks forever
Temperate Sins
Touches a skin
In times of shiver
Sly mouths
They share my illness
Though in desperate smiles
Uncommon syllables
Spell in shambles
And riveted my eyes
Toner jades
Ahead of the festives
Far eyed nimbs in time
Unable to undo
A skill so deep
I dig nude and weep
Gokul B. Alex
'clarity is rhythm'
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