Eila Mahima Jaipaul

There is no sweeter sound,
than my breath,
held hostage,
captured amidst,
...

I lost my pen, love
it ran out of ink.
all I have left
is a pencil with
...

I will kiss you
good night
good morning
good day
...

I can hear you whispering
in the night silence of my room
my heart surrenders to you...
like the sun to the moon.
...

you appear there
in front of me
very nearly transparent
your presence looking like a reflection
...

closing my eyes I sleep
body floating in darkness
without substance
whether I lay up or down
...

I'd like to be lost
in that tangle of
blankets
and pillows
...

Sensuous words flow gently
Over ears and around body
Murmuring whispering
Causing squirms and trembles
...

leaf skeletons
stems hollow
tiny veins, rigid
support air
...

If I were a poet
I would mix taboo words
Into verses that resemble
sublime metered stanzas.
...

Body glistening wet
Mind yearning release
Skin begging touch
...

Can you feel them, Love,
Softly touching your cheek
Tracing the lines of your mouth
Trailing down your neck
...

I still feel
where you touched me
beloved of heart and soul
I am not a love lost
...

your kiss is like a sensual droplet of fresh rain
chersihing the petals of a flower
or a fairy dancing inside of the graciousness of temptation
May I always be blessed with the capacity
...

your hands speak a language
only my body can interpret,
writing mystical glyphs on my skin
inscribing poetry on the curves of me.
...

I ran easily through the night
despite the path
I was one with the shadows
slipping through moonlight
...

I lay lust aside and sleep
alone in constellations
of twinkling lullabies,
where the gentle breath
...

night envelopes my pain and sorrow.
moon's light fails to reach even this place
there is no reprieve
in this vacuum
...

today words escape me
I am sad beyond them
my world will pause today
and I will ache
...

sink yourself into me
let me swallow your needs
and release you to mine
the wind shudders in
...