…will lift you in my arms, walk
long, with your eyes on me all along, in a place were no mortals exist but
trees feathers its soft offspring’s over us as if to bless, you will sit in my
lap and my palms over you hip. You will
close your eyes in shy rest your head on my shoulder and make me fly.
When I play the lyre
with-no-string with my finger over your hip you will sing for it in my ears and
move your body like petal blooming out from its node. And when I suffice my lips on your cheek the
thousandth time you, in my ear, will whisper one more time.
They sky will shower its shadow
over us when I am deep in your clutch and you in my arms; we will neither sleep
nor stay awake. O! Who could understand
the state of trance that exist between the lust and crush like a thin twine
stronger then iron. When I breathe in
your hug and you breathe in my neck; we will allow no air between us neither
the light of crescent moon.
It is not embrace nor caress but
the language of love only we could heed to live the life of two in one. It is not the water caressing the fire to put
it out but the river flowing in to the sea to convert itself to cloud in the
sky to get together. I will see you with
closed eyes and you will listen to my words with closed lips.
When to get apart, who has to
decide! It’s not you or me but our soul
which has commuted into a different body in a confusion who is me and who is
you. We will neither sleep not move a
bit until the sun warms our soul to clear its perplexity to find who is who and
get back to its original body. Though it’s
a sin to get apart but it has to be committed for the mortal beings will pull
their eyes out of the head and throw it like a stone to hurt us… love is written in the language of nature you
can heed but understand not.