Hold me tight under a star-studded sky,
Of your strong, sinewy arms I have dreamed
Don't speak, thirsty lips don't seek words
But the silent language of primal desires
Let your touch soak me in moonbeam
Slowly pouring into me the lunar serenity
Come and fill my empty existence with meaning
Too long I have lived with crippled longings
The ache is growing deeper, beyond enduring
Sighs leave my body in rapid profusion
Engulfed I am, free me from myself
Come and light this night with your fire.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
All Rights Reserved
Love this. Your powerful romantic imagery conveys fiery desire. The imagery of the university, the stars, the moon, fire- -fit perfectly. Nicely done.
Primal desires! ! With the muse of love. Nice piece of work.
Don't speak, thirsty lips don't seek words But the silent language of primal desires Let your touch soak me in moonbeam What sensuous feel these lines give! Their effect too is beyond words! ! Brilliant! !
The relentlessness of your expressed need strikes me the deepest. I consider this poem to be brave in that way.
By my standards its rather bold. Thats y i put off posting it a long time. Finally i posted it with doubts in my mind. Im glad about the positive response to it.
Full of love and romance the lines flow so sweet. Beautiful poetry.Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So very romantic poem.....I am adding this to my favourite poems, hope you won't mind. AWESOME 100++++
Thank you Asim. No, i dont mind at all. In fact im glad. This poem is a sort of experimental write for me. Its not my usual style of writing.