Truth About Love Poem by Paras Saxena

Wind of the heaven
Caress my skin with her fingertips
Whisper of the forbidden
I shiver, quiver with a kiss on her lips
Plethora of joy, a treasure
That I fell upon in my journey to love
A sea of bohemian pleasure
Where I dive in to skim the zenith above
Words that shall enliven
The dead tenderness behind my eyes
A gold quilt hand-woven
Warming the truth in my wobbled lies
We fornicate tenderly slow in a frozen garden of posies
Sadly love so serene and eternally delicious, breathes only in poesies