Now what do we poets do
When we fall in love ?
Unable to sleep the
Master bedroom frozen,
Their divan on fire.
Hearts longing throbbing
fire and ice peach cobbler
can't suffice to apeace.
Brains deeped in energies
of color purple in hearts.

Her poet longing for her diamond cave behind
her Jimmie Angel,
And El Salto del Moro
Waterfalls!
His poetess thirsting
for his jewls
behind his Dhrudhiya
swelling on monsoon
His Padajhar Mahadev
Waterfalls
She's dreaming with his
Mount Abu
in Rajasthan.

Thus the poets
lay throbbing, longing
Sketching love's honey pots
The poets bunny bees!
Lay enamoured
by their waterfalls abliss..
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