his passionate gaze under half-lidded eyes, caresses feminine contours akin to hourglass, as fingers of cool breeze fondle petals of rose that bask in pouring tequila sunshine.
she is unaware of the sensual scrutiny of mute, palpable desire, but he wants her to read his sentiments of love and softly whispers her name into ears of gregarious breeze and fluid disjointed syllables reaching her make her turn towards him in query.
as eyes meet reading the unsaid promises of love, slowly they approached each other as though wasps attracted by chemokine of desire, and he filled her in his embrace enveloping gently as palm fronds do the silver moonbeams, and together their redolence blended into a potpourri of soft, romantic sighs.
his hands held her close as with eyes closed in rapture, his fingers traced her as though memorizing her with his fingertips, slowly her head turned upwards soft lips opening up as dewy petals to the sun, and his face bent for lips to plunder honeydew depths with a kiss of bittersweet longing as a moth drinks nectar from the depths of fragrance.
spooned in togetherness as though twin portions of a whole in ardor of passionate longing, the lovers remained embraced as time stood still watching as mesmerized voyeur, and even the twilight cacophony of returning birds and boisterous noise of splashing tides on rocks, failed to awaken them from their trance of yearning…
of grey quietude in solitude
I wistfully gaze at paired magpies
their amorous togetherness,
my nose pressed against
panes of window of intrigue.
I envy vines that entwine
in the embrace of oak’s dependability,
yearning fills me as
butterflies whisper sweet nothings
to unfurling rosebuds,
or as beauty of togetherness
blends in braided hues of rainbows~
painted by raindrops and sunlight.
discordant single note
echoes as a monotone in solitude,
I crave to blend into a symphony,
as beauty of unity dawns on me,
I seek to blend and lose
my individuality, my privacy.
I was alone for far too long,
seclusion is not my salvation
the curse of Zephyrus not my due
I seek to come out
of oyster-womb of loneliness
and sparkle as a pearl
to leave chrysalis of anonymity
emerging as a reflection Of Iris…