Words, Marry me?

Making love to words

Like bees collect nectar from trees.

For eons

Boarding bridges

Via words.

Words trudge inwardly

I write as a drudge wife.

With words at my side

I can create tarn.

Without them I go wan.

Writing – the best Bud

As it never fades away.

It’s forever young,

Resound bond!

Words work in a troop

Framing some grand trope!

Words seduced me when I was young child

Now I want you as my spouse, Mr. Right!

Oh! Words can I be thy bride?

Let’s make it legitimate with a feast.

We shall construct an aura,

dancing a waltz around flora

I inhale Words as oxygen,

Writing kicks in oestrogen.

I turn a demon,

Crave for erotic tickles.

Alike clock's tick tick

Words I pick

every second

I form honey out of

a beehive.

PS: This poem featured in Purple Hues, an international anthology published by Sanmati publishers.

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