Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough peasant's body digs in you and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth. I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me, and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion. To survive myself I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling. But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you. Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk. Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence! Oh the roses of the mouth ! Oh your voice, slow and sad! Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road! Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows and weariness follows, and the infinite ache. #AT10by30poems NaPoWriMo challenge no. 10 by Aesthetic Thoughts! 🤩 Today is the 10th day of NaPoWriMo! 🏆The winners of the 4th poem aren't declared yet. 📝📝📝Today's topic: vengeance (प्रतिशोध) 📝📝📝
