Wednesday, January 11, 2012
I will weave a rainbow for you,
From the flowers, blooming
Into my mind in the spring,
I will steal a drop of light
From the lamp, burning in your
Boudoir, behind the curtains;
And enlighten your eyes.
I have come to lay my head
In your bosom, as a streak of gold.
I became a thimbleful of ambrosia,
Melting into your song, and brimmed over…
While I stand near you,
My heart flinches to pulsate with my love;
And turn to be, a honey eater
On the brim of a flower, sucking nectar.
When your touch arouse me,
I become a glimmering star yonder up.
I morph into a statue, and
Forget everything, when your
Bosom touches my arm, by fluke.
You are a thousand memories in my mind’s anklet.
You stood on the threshold of dreams
And called me to your side;
Telling me, some incoherent secrets.
Again and again till time stands still,
You cuddle and kiss my dreams,
Entice and awaken them…