Passion of the Fruit

a poem by Anand Bose

Your orchard is a
passionate house
full of sweet seasons…..
Seeing, touching, tasting,
smelling your fecund
body … Oh my soul
would delight…
Yes my love…
I’ll receive your
love in passion
Oh gentle lover
I offer my body
to you… to be
loved, cared
and loved…
All our nights
will be like
a passion flower…
Bursting with
molten juices
of honey…