Privately Untouched Poem by Champaben Mistry

Do so hold me light,
Do so touch me tenderly,
Rising passion, falling truth.
The sun catching to give,
A sensory sparkle.

The form of sensuality,
The glistening colours,
Limes, purples, blues,
Mine is a place of delicious invite.

Trust in the truth,
Of the being that I am,
The sounds of reason,
The taste of heaven.

I am the sun, and the shade,
I am the walk here today,
My grace an intricate form,
Glorious surprise and delight,

What is the feeling,
What is this word that I seek,
This place of pure stillness,
I can share.


(Written 19/6/2007, Ramblas du Catalyana, Barcelona and modified 23/6/2007, Bolton, UK)