By Amit Parmessur
Give me a sky of symphonic birds.
I shall silence it, preferring to listen to your warm heartbeats.
Give me a stream of mellifluous flowers.
I shall drown it, preferring to admire your healthy smile.
Believe me, I want it that way.
Offer me a basket of crimson moons.
I shall ignore it, preferring to taste your perfect purity.
Offer me a piano with golden keys and I
shall crush it, preferring to feel your melodious words.
Believe me I want it that way.
Give me a plate of bright rainbows and I
shall run away, preferring to swirl down your soft curves.
This poem flows from the tears of my honest heart;
how many white violets are there in the world?
Let them all shield and honor you as you
Let them all shield and honor you as you
wake up every holy morning. You are
a sublime woman; I am a poor poet.
Just offer me a castle of seductive mermaids and I
shall escape, preferring to dream of you,
of your tenderness.
Believe me, I want it that way only.
Sincere romance is a beauty of all beauties.- - -
Aged 28, Amit Parmessur is from Mauritius. He has been published in around 70 magazines since starting to submit his poems late 2010. Dead Snakes, Heavy Hands Ink, Leaf Garden Press and The Houston Literary Review are some of the places where he has appeared. He currently edits The Rainbow Rose at http://therainbowroseezine.blogspot.com/.
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