last jay jay night

i tried to rope in and kite the knight moon
through the sky window above my bath
i thought of your moonlight beauty
and the fish that pond in jungle green
i thought of your nude light
and a crazy dream that last eek had been
and your breasts that heaved and paved
a love on a concrete slab cobbled stone pavement
the little hut that sees no light
but i see universe in your eyes julia

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by Suneal Varma