Prisms Poem by Poireinganba Thangjam

If the spaces of your constitution gather daylight
through the tearful onion layers revolving a masquerade
breathing in the love that floats between me and you
in our labyrinth play of existence; you make a spark
and all is awesome, all is filled with love.
My frontal design of receiving inspired by your true colours
will write and sing, shape and dance
outside the illusions of the hallucinating time
all the transparence of vision and naked luxuries
of a heart beat momentarily wedded to glass.