I kissed the goblet
Filled with blue wine
And touched your cheeks
To get intoxicated.
Inebriation was incomplete
And you touched my lips
With your nail – art fingers
To fill my gut with the feel that
I am tipsy and topsy turvy.
No, I am still not high I say
And you kissed my wine wet lips
With your red rose goblet…
I drank from it and
Here I am, facing blissful eternity,
Feeling super highly drunk and
Sweetly love-poisoned, which is
Killing my senses and driving me
Towards oblivion to wake up in heaven.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A poetically playful and pleasing divertissement.
On a personal note,welcome back ! we have missed your unique talents !
Thanks louis…my pleasure…
missed your playful(cricket) comment(arie)s too…
very beautiful…
picturesque just like the words of Rubaiyat…..i loved it
Thank you very much…@nalini srivatsava
Sir, From where this kinds of thought comes to you? Proud to be your student