Wednesday, December 28, 2011
When you lean over my heart, as a blossom
While it rains, the nectar is dripping into my soul
And I forget even my existence in the inebriation
Filling up with delicious subtlety, swaddling me
And whisking me away, into the unknown realms of love.
Like the sweetest potion filling up a goblet;
Like a bud sprouting in a parched arid wilderness…
The tiny breeze has just brushed your locks
Idly fondling with its delicate fingers and
In an instant you transformed into a dazzling spring;
A blossoming Magnolia, presenting a rare fragrance.
I sense the sweet scent of Sandalwood percolating
From the moonlight revered by the doe eyed clouds
Rollicking in its bosom and fondling its velvety limbs.
Suddenly you become a sonnet in the harp of my heart,
And a melody erupts in the flute of my heartbeats….