We Exist In This Verse Poem by Asha Iyer Kumar

We exist in this verse
as syllables and sentences.
The pauses are our kisses,
The periods, our love making.
Fancy, whoever thought of putting us
together in this love poem?
We could have been fragments
In a complex math theorem
Forced to fit into an equation.

Who but you could have discovered me
from the anonymous ledges of life
where I had nestled unseen for eons
crooning cryptic rhymes?

Who but you could have altered me
from the jumbled alphabets that I was
to syllables and sentences?

What but the metaphors in you
could have made me a virtual verse -
Your wavy silences, my spaces.
Your wild kisses, my punctuations.
Your windswept passions, my imagery.

Who but you could have made me swirl
on the cold winter nights
in tandem with the moon,
And made me die with love
in my gyrating dreams
as if
it was the only way to live?

Who but you
could have woven this tapestry
from the secret sinews of my heart
and fervently titled it
Desire?