Your Divine Sea Poem by Arun Maji

My lips are drawn to yours
like butter to a hot plate,
waiting to be faded
until it ceases to exist.

O my love,
never ask me, why?
Do you know,
why dew dissolves in lips of flower?
Why wave fades in lips of shore?

They do,
because they are destined to do.
So am I.
I am destined to be faded within you.
My every part is destined to be dissolved within yours.
My lips within your lips,
my breasts in your bosom,
my waist between your hips,
my fire into your cave,
my whisper within your soul.

Every drop of mine aches in agony
longing you, your every drop.
Every atom of mine twists in torment
craving you, your every atom.

This is how it is.
And we will always be like this.
Hate me, if you want to,
curse me, if you want,
but we are what we are.

O my love,
I am destined to drink
all of your sea, every drop of your sea.
And none would be there ever
between you and me.
We will always be
you, me, and your divine sea.

© Arun Maji
Painting: Eugene De Blaas