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Fire in the Closet


Fire in the closet

I wish you can hide me,
under your closet,
like a secret love letter.

I am smitten by love bug,
won’t you give me a hug,
before i am stung real strong.

Invisible pain is this fire,
let me pass it on for free,
come and tease me.

accept my request,
to be your willful right.

Just this night.
let me drape you with,
a starlit fabric.

© 2021 Hari Prasad S


Ann Carr from SW England on March 31, 2021:



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John Hansen from Gondwana Land on March 31, 2021:

Very nice, Hari. Thanks for sharing this poem.

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