Wild love, we made,
in the dark alleys of Maximum City
It ain’t dope
The addiction of lovelorn souls
Feeding on Jazz by the Bay
Who needs food?
We are mind vagabonds
I read your lip
You taste my mind
Nectarine pleasure
A sensual adventure that blew our heads
sending electrifying sensation down the spine
It’s no fake orgasm
Spinning in our passion
Words speaking to quench the soul’s thirst
A journey that has no end
taking each other to an unknown destination
at the peak of envy
No power can douse the flame
Love
V
Vishal Bhidu 
Nice poem,,,very evocative. You have a wonderful way with words š
Loved these two lines “A journey that has no end
taking each other to an unknown destination”
Thanks so much, Rachna. I try to play with words and many times, it’s inspiration, observation, memory, and imagination.
Nice play of words, Vishal. It took me back to Mumbai. š
Thanks much Vinodini. That’s the aim of the poetry, taking myself there and readers who identify. It can be so empowering to get a feel of the place through words.