I coin my erotic Hymn

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I coin my erotic hymn,

Hidden under the scrolls of Valmiki.

The sylvan emotions drew

The vagrant,

You theorized as my name.

I buried my desires

In a tureen,

You called my erotica.

But it was not our Amarusataka

or an amoretti I would sing to you

On an evening;

Checkered with riot.

The words are not my alibi

To imprison you under the sunset;

Neither an offering–

A submission adding electrons

to your machismo;

But rather are expressions

Which conjugated with yours

In a truce Valmiki denied,

Suffering as leftover petals,

The ants got tired of eating.

#Day22; Poem 22

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