Sunday, May 19, 2013

I drink to thee


The night is lonely, so am I
Sans thee by my side
In the warmth of deluded love,
Let me die-you be my alibi

There’s pleasure in my woe
My silence moans in thy caress
There’s lust even in that whisper
And love that kills me with every fill

Let me drink from your lips
That cajoles me into here everyday
You soothe me like none else does
Your touch lingers a little more
When everything else wears off

There are no more boundaries
No lies that escape you, no love either
Beloved, your beauty is my joy
With you, I’m a poet; I sing aloud

Away from the crimson hues, I dance
Holding hands of my own shadow
In you, I seek peace…I smell death
And I plummet into depth unknown…

P.S.—I don’t drink !