Intimacy Poem by lalitha iyer

Touching me
the rays of gold
traced a companion
attached to my fashion
Shadowed by my shadow am I
it is the gently gift
of Nature's intimacy..

When I touch the river deep
as I search for something sweet
I am lost in the abundity
of growing liquidity
in and around my rigidity
I melt into the transparency
and nomore aware of my abnormality
I enter into the waterworld
as if I too am a moisture pearl.

Lining skies to the earthen hearths
rain drops scales the airy paths
I watch in awe with swelling heart
lying on the grassy bed
nature's calls of living intimacies
inking into my solitary vision.