Eila Mahima Jaipaul Poems

the dance has started
as the moth draws itself.
flutter around my heat...
move closer to that which you desire
...

the words
are beautiful
they are love itself
or human insistence for believing a beautiful lie.
...

Underwear tossed carelessly to the floor
shower recalls sponges like distant friends
laundry overtakes the hamper in an unseen race
sink contains remnants of shadows, five o'clock and beyond
...

will you share a cup of memory coffee
and let me for a while
sip my past days;
when there was none
...

the thin fibers that hold me together strain against the tautness
the weight becomes unbearable
and I can't see the moon
...

Love...
will you stay till I close my eyes
and my dreams take hold
I promise I will not let go
...

I glide my fingers
over your velvet soft hair
as I admire your skin.
...

You are hidden to me
like one precious snowflake
in a meadow,
covered in snow.
...

it would've been easier if you'd died
rather than know you're walking
talking, breathing
... breathing into the mouths of others
...

I want to give you the world love
not just any world
I want to give you my world
because its mine, and I love you
...