Lets play the right card in our game. Underneath the luminous stars on the black canvas. Eyeball the glitters and relish their blink. Trying to zizz but can’t stitch the lashes. Sweet syrupy jaw, rhyming and quarreling to take a chance to overcome one. Hands clasped and hashed with adjoined soul ushering love by telepathy. Living in you with my arms scarfed around scruff. My ears harking tales from your heart. Make me a deaf that can only listen to your heart tales. Make me a blind that can only see your beautiful face. Make me a stoner that can only smoke your bouquet. Make me a casualty that can only walk,as you a crutch. Make me patient that can only be fed by your hand. Make me a dead that can only die for you. Make me your life and I will be only to look at you because you have more galaxies in your eyes than number of stars in the sky. I will only scent your body because you have more fragrant flowers in your body than the number of flowers in the soil.
Awninged Arcade of Verses by Sambit Kumar Maharana