THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Sex with my Diary You may be awful seeing me overdriving, And doleful beholding me jaunting miles, Over your torso, me with a ball to act. Vex not, Oh diary! Only a mighty pen it is, Straining to make love by my master plan; To bump out how a raft you can balk on me, And to weigh our love that my mind directs. Your dullness slows down my dippy nerves And may deviate my mind at this junction That makes us worthless, nothing to reckon. Cheer up, let emotions flow like the warmth Between you and me, never to regret later. I am not close to what you are sensing, It may be wrong the way you are right away.
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