LEMONS IN COURTYARD

She props the stooping lemons
with stake but avoids
bending close to me:

I die to draw the blossom
in my twining arms
but she likes the other scent





Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2005-10-18 at 12:55

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Zoya Zaidi
Wow!! That is so warm and romantic, the longing, the desire, the knowledge that she is not for you...
All that comes out beautifuly!
2005-10-19


Sofiul Azam
Ok, it's a nice image. The title is wonderful.
2005-10-18


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
saucy, initial thoughts are looking down her top lol maybe it is just my sad mind :) then the other scent, she like women rather than men, that's what i gather anyway, probably a mile away from your thoughts with the poem.
2005-10-18