Your Fiery Lips Poem by Arun Maji

Your lips!
Yes, your lips, my heaven, my destiny, my dream!
They are red as fire
fragrant as flower
sweet as divine nectar
soft as warm melting butter!

But, is it your lips that I love?
Or it's 'you' within your lips, that I love?
You know, I really don't know.
Perhaps, I would never know.

But who cares?
Tree and its fruits, are they different?
You and your lips, are they different?
If I kiss your lips, I kiss you.
If I kiss you, I kiss your lips.

I often wonder, what is there?
what wonder is there within your red hot flower?
It it your dripping nectar?
Is it your volcanic desire?
Is it dance of your soul's laughter?

I don't know. I would never know.
What I know is,
I see whole universe within your lips.
The cracks are the rivers, the shines are the stars,
the red is the fire, the plain is the mountain, the nectar is the fountain.

Don't stop me, please don't stop me ever,
when my lips,
loving your lips, cuddling your lips, teasing your lips, swallowing your lips.
If you do,
my lips will languish in pain, my heart will stop in ache, my soul will die in agony.

When I seal my lips with yours, and go to sleep,
don't stop me, don't stop me ever.
If you do, I won't wake up next morning.
You will find
my soul has died in painful thirst.

© Arun Maji
Painting: Andrew Atroshenko