Receding Waves Poem by lalitha iyer

Though I love You
my thoughts tug at my skirts
days are numbered
dusk is setting on
they point to me
go on
dont stop
this heart wont bear
when the wave recedes
and Ocean nomore tides

Though his hands
I could touch
they smell of a future
of dying mess
My dreams speak of
days to come
when life will kill me
with lonely aches

When his part finishes
and when he departs
I wonder how could I
bear the broken heart
Tonight his passionte hug
it permeates
into me a Season of Lust
but hidden beneath
looms largely
the hour of future
part of nature.

Take me
not just my body
Wipe me off the thoughts
that trouble my days and nights
the consciousness
the killing rationality
that shakes me vigorously
take me
undress my thoughts
and bathe me with insanity
let me love and let me mate.