He writes her name with quiet fingers ( ghazal)

              pebbles in ponds glisten 

fish swim over fins christen

love is a nested ring

smart girls stumble upon  garden roots

girls in glasses shoo off new shoots

love is a broken thing

he writes her name with quiet fingers

spells her lips with love he brings her

love is a nested wing

rabbits shan’t nibble new bouncy mates

bouncers trounce with rakes at gates

love is a tempest thing

market to market to sell fat hogs…hearken his love doesn’t cry

his belted shorts are not a bargain…soft saffron in his eyes

love is my forever scented sigh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                          

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