The odour that intoxicates me -
Is it from your breath or perfume?
The hands that enfold me -
Are they human's or Godly ones?
The hair that enrobes me -
Is it a nymph's or an angle's?
Answer me NOT!
Remember? my head rests on your bosom!
A feeling that I wish would last,
Creating a lasting impression of fusion!
A sense of healing, adhesion, and cohesion.
The eyes that dwells in the shade of poplars,
Momentarily stare at me,
Shooting me with feverish flames of passion
Enkindling in, scorching fires round my heart's core!
The scent that your body does exude
Flare up in, the ember of sweet unity,
Spiritualized by infinite affinity,
The scene evokes the moment
Let it be - if it is from your Breath or Perfume!
The BP- Godly honey- meet and mingle in you- with Me!
I must admit! ! !
You are the source of my inspiration,
A spring of great expectations,
A glimmer of light and motivation,
A glimpse of hope in times of frustration.
I must admit
It is not me, but a hidden driving force,
To nail myself, to pin it down around your angelic dome.
I must admit
I yearn for you- long for the wildflowers' smell,
Though it is a mere tinkling dream,
I yearningly and gleefully enjoy it,
though bitterly swallow it! !
I swear and admit, I neither resist the spring fragrance you yield,
Nor the magic roundness of your eyes around which,
Not only revolve
Still feel it,
Live in it,
Wednesday, February 24, 2021