in silence of night-
you, your lips and full moon,
all are so inviting!
and I am lost.
whom I see?
whom I taste?
whom I hold close?
if I see moon
it leads me to you.
if I see you
it leads me to your lips.
your lips,
petals of a flourishing flower
shine of a smiling soul
smile of a silvery moon
honey of a pouring hive
fragrance of a blooming bud!
your crazy lips,
inviting as they are
tempting as they are
my eternity as they are!
I feel like
I touch them, bite them, suck them
and swallow them.
but I can not.
all sweetest things of this universe
have to be devoured again and again.
if I swallow them-
I won't have that chance.
you know, it's so tormenting-
to see them but not bite them
to bite them but not swallow them.
so what do I do then?
I half-swallow them and regurgitate them
I half-swallow them and regurgitate them,
until a time comes-
when my lips are weak
and my teeth is blunt,
my eyes are droopy
and my limbs are lifeless.
and then, I slip into sleepiness
while still holding your lips
in between my greedy lips.
© Arun Maji
Painting: Henri Guillaume Schelesinger
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