My Fiancée


My Fiancée

Like a full moon
she appears with
her stretched bows
above the corals.
Apple checks
surround the tender lips
that transform into
a perfect curve at her face,
enough to tighten
all the nerves
and the dimple takes
a chance to screen.
Black river at her dorsal
kiss, rustle and
bustle on her waist,
that rhythms with
the strides she makes.
Peacocks retreat
because of her
invincible movements.
Fills my heart with ecstasy
at least in my Dream.





Poetry by Bhakta Raj Giri
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Written on 2007-08-10 at 07:18

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