Beloved...
Beloved…
How I miss your gaze
Holding mine,
Grazing slowly
Over my lips
Sliding lower down
Caressing with sight…
And…
Over slow fire
I glow…
My knees going jelly
Over my surging desires…..
Beloved…
How I miss your fingers
Misty feathers,
Holding the back of my neck..
As your tongue
Fiercely seeks mine..
And my spine turns
a column of rubber…
Tingling to the earthy hues
Of famished hunger….
Beloved…
How I miss your hands,
Seeking, feeling, holding, kneading..
Turning my own bosom..
Rebels..
Against the confining garbs..
And all perked up
They ache..
For your lips,
Your mouth..
My deepest depths
All flooded…
Swollen ravines
set to drown..
Beloved…
How I miss you
In rhythm of mine..
Dancing to the wild tunes
And your soft sobs
As we drown in love..
Entwined,
No longer you and me
But together as "us".
Sinking beyond the confines
Of laws, norms, rights and wrongs..
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poem by Anjali Kakati
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