Moonlit terrace

Poem

Title: Moonlit terrace

The chalice of my eyes,

they drink and drink from the fountain of your form.

What kind of sober-intoxication is this??

Your almond eyes,

your doe-like neck.

My fingers run down your spine.

My deer,

the moon of the moon,

reflecting white light,

bouncing off the silver platter of your skin.

I see in the dark lake of your irises —

the floating, full moon.

I go towards it to take a sip.

I go towards it to take a sip.

Close your eyes,

let me drink.

Let me quench my thirst eternal.

Let me take a bite and sip.

Let me take a bite and sip.

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~ Shubham Upman