Eila Mahima Jaipaul Poems

your voice is my song lover,
deep and intricate
like a dance...
before settling
...

I heated my tea twice

went upstairs and came down
only once though...
...

a dream,
it's true
dies first
soft, tender, unattended
...

I wake with your name
in my mouth
its the sweetest longing
on the loneliest tongue.
...

this dream is fading quickly
in the manner of dreams
the knowledge I had in it
is gone
...

I hate to remember dying love.
lying beneath burning emotion
holding my heart
with both hands
...

waking in total darkness
I lay here
trying to think of what awakened me
it had been something?
...

blown glass


created from fire
...

I can feel
the essence of me
seeping out
wet and warm
...

in the moment
right before
the tip of your tongue
touches
...