Long ago,
My love,
Your bosom underneath my palms
Acted as skylarks
Noiselessly trying to
Sing in the stratosphere.
The same way they’d
Act now,
After many-a-year made
Our love songs
A mere frown.
Long ago,
My love,
You moved the bed sheets
In a rustle
Reminding me of
Angel feathers swayed by
Cosmic winds.
The same way you
Move these days,
And I still do
Hear the Angel’s praise.
Long ago,
My love,
I feared the instant
When you labelled me seeker.
Yet, Now, I constantly fear
To explore your skin.
The same silky & dear
Universe journey I’ve had or seen.
My love,
Your bosom underneath my palms
Acted as skylarks
Noiselessly trying to
Sing in the stratosphere.
The same way they’d
Act now,
After many-a-year made
Our love songs
A mere frown.
Long ago,
My love,
You moved the bed sheets
In a rustle
Reminding me of
Angel feathers swayed by
Cosmic winds.
The same way you
Move these days,
And I still do
Hear the Angel’s praise.
Long ago,
My love,
I feared the instant
When you labelled me seeker.
Yet, Now, I constantly fear
To explore your skin.
The same silky & dear
Universe journey I’ve had or seen.
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