In Love Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

The warm air from your nostrils
Tingled my cheek,
Your lips faintly brushed my lobe
Your eyelashes groped my eyes
And I was led thru the funeral door of love.
The waves rolled back
The winter frost set in
And thru the smoked glass
You became an apparition.
I love it
More than the long gone one,
The electric blue tragedy not meant to last.
I love it
More than the fleeting fervor of lust
Made only to be burnt in a while.
I love it
Coz it's gonna stay with me till end!