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Singularity
Saffron, the morning ray
My intention all too plain
In her warmth I partake
The caress palpable
And I change colour
To blush red
That wafts lucent
In the scarlet radiance
He smiles, begetting mine
Pearly dots in the canvas grand
Amorphous and amaranthine
Subtending the ardour
For singularity unconcealed.
Finality
The silence in my head
Grows noisy by the day
Does death die?
Or is death immortal
For it lives forever
Off hearts and souls
Swelling shapely in desire
As each moment gaits by
The canny spider trips over
Settling upturned in its web
Readily lounging
To spurt venom
That bathe me
In a ritual of sorts
I lay bewitched
To behold rain drops
Refusing to drench me