Your Lips Poem by Arun Maji

in silence of night-
you, your lips and full moon,
all are so inviting!

and I am lost.
whom I see?
whom I taste?
whom I hold close?

if I see moon
it leads me to you.
if I see you
it leads me to your lips.

your lips,
petals of a flourishing flower
shine of a smiling soul
smile of a silvery moon
honey of a pouring hive
fragrance of a blooming bud!

your crazy lips,
inviting as they are
tempting as they are
my eternity as they are!

I feel like
I touch them, bite them, suck them
and swallow them.
but I can not.
all sweetest things of this universe
have to be devoured again and again.
if I swallow them-
I won't have that chance.

you know, it's so tormenting-
to see them but not bite them
to bite them but not swallow them.

so what do I do then?
I half-swallow them and regurgitate them
I half-swallow them and regurgitate them,
until a time comes-
when my lips are weak
and my teeth is blunt,
my eyes are droopy
and my limbs are lifeless.

and then, I slip into sleepiness
while still holding your lips
in between my greedy lips.

© Arun Maji
Painting: Henri Guillaume Schelesinger