Fire of Flesh
Tumblers,
Nine glittering glasses,
Jam out at once,
I lip out:
The Song of Body Electric
Whitman sung—
My mood afire.
Blackwood forest,
Lest I let you burn,
I suck you in
Desperate breath.
My flesh is scared.
Intertwined wire in
Your fiber, agile
Sweetheart,
Nothing about you is
Puerile.
Snow, in core,
Ignites fire!
Dr. Pragya Suman is Doctor by profession, and she is posted in medical college. Literature is her passion. She is from India.