Night Poem by Aparna Siddamurthy

Stilled is the time,
as your presence graces mine.
But stretched it seems,
as the dark and light teams!

Those tender, dark hands, when they lull,
with the touch as ripe and full..
you cast your spell,
And in the dreams.. I begin to dwell.

I cup my hands,
and try to drink the darkness.
Eyes dropp heavy,
like a feather, as I levy!

visiting the exquisite unseens,
As I entwine in sleep...
you empty my chalice,
and bring me back to this malice!

Alas! the sun has to rise,
and its always time to Arise! !