Poems on
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Evermore in your dream, will never…

a poem by Krishna N

And there held thy scion to your edge,
Nor thou having a fabricated lust anent thy scion;

May thine lust exist so, fabricated;
None perhaps jump beholden thy edge,
Other than thou sense thyself,
Nor thou having a fabricated lust anent thy scion…..

For thou drone for thy pro-creator,
Thou covet thy scion the same way thy drone,
And evermore in thy mirage will never thy scion will be thy drone,
Nor thou having a fabricated lust anent thy scion…

And now is the scion perceive his morn lust,
That she consistently bust a gut to confer her lust to him,
Will this morn’s lust never coda at length amend orb,
For is mine lust never coda for thou!