satishverma
My Face, Your Face
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The gods of the road
sign. Today they are going to ache
from the dirt of barefoot travellers.
My hands touch you in
air, when the perfumes caress your
red cheeks in the twilight.
O love, what are your
plans to kiss the black roses to meet
the heart of restless Agni.
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