#003

Tinted autumn-
sip from my lips Ophelic ecstasy
naive, unashamed, as
blood flowers,
fatefully, faithfully bound,
breathing twilight in black eyes;
syntactic melancholy crystallising, slowly,
to bright-eyed emeralds in my hair,
wrought with your name.

©Mohana Das

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15 thoughts on “#003

  1. How wonderfully “unashamed” you transport to this idyllic moment in autumn! Thank you very much. Also really loved the light sparking into emeralds writing the beloved’s name in the hair!

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