In you,
My dear,
I have lost
My shapes,
My horizons,
My outlines,
Edges that define
Whole of me.
In slow momentum
You grip me,
My uneasy being,
My uncertain edges,
My hesitating curves,
The whole of my womanliness
So uncertain,
Within your defining hugs
And those narrow braces
I am falling into
The vast well of warmth
Within you.
Little by little
I feel you brace,
Your ever tightening
Embraces uneven
Over my skin deep essence,
My uncertain edges
Your warm shadows render
Salvation to my urges,
Your dense sweetness
Forms a scintillating touch,
And calms my "me"
Calm my shudders
And help me find
My goal, my destiny.
Very artistic presentation of love in its wholeness, - - -from tender feelings to passionate love.
I fully agree with you, Bharati Nayak, and appreciate your nice comment and correct observation.
Thank you dear Apa for the great remarks in these nice words. Regards Subhas
The Last love story is very nice. Thanks for sharing. 10++++
Last love letter was wonderfully presented as love was only the destiny. An amazing sharing is done here...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is written from a woman's perspective, although the author I guess, is a male poet. However, the poem is nice and well articulated.