Yes, I want to see for myself
The stern madness involved in
Trying the treacherous, which
You had done with your barefeet
And treaded the scorching trails
Of impracticable desires, the wrath
Of which did not thaw your honest wish.
Yes, I want to believe for myself
The magic involved in privacy of
The starry night that drives you out
Onto the porch of imagination
Where you watch your dreams
Coming alive on the darkish canvas
In entire variety of your intimate thoughts.
Yes, I want to touch for myself
The warm texture of virgin tears
Treasured in the cove of stateliness
That you had so copiously spilled
In full abandon at moments of
Silent grief, yet keeping
Your fragile heart wet with undying love.
Yes, I want to scar myself with
The decoration of your name
As you did without pause, and
Witness the beauty of unfathomable
Fondness which you had displayed
By immortalising me on the
Bloodied skin of your bare chest.
Yes, I want to feel for myself
The extreme pain involved in the
State of self hostility, which you
Had gone through while facing the
Acid rain of rejection in complete
Emotional nakedness that scalded
The skin, flesh and every inch of
Your tender heart which did not give up hope.
Topic(s) of this poem: love
Form: Free Verse
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