_disturb Me_ Poem by Prabir Gayen

_ Disturb Me_

I want thee to disturb me,
To make me feel that I am alive,
I want thee to trouble me,
To make me restless,
In restlessness life oozes,
I want thee to torture me,
In thy torture love pours step by step,
I want thee to irritate me,
In irritation thou woo me,
I want thee to devour me,
So much so that I dissolve in thee,
I want thy finger into my bosom,
To make me awake to worship thee,
In workship love is fresh and no malice,
I want thee to kiss me to make me shy,
In shyness love is filtered to unite,
I want thee to embrace me,
In embrace love comes to fullness,
I want thee to undress me,
In the very state of undress God comes,
I want thee to be open,
In nakedness divine dawns.
I want thee to be nothing and
In nothingness body drops to being.