Benumbed

           Hold the brush and launch the stroke

      Through your sleep-fed voice

     and honeyed tone.

Its beauty- maddening

An incident so sanguine

The impact of it –breath-taking

Leaves me like this, languishing!

And I, unable to hold myself

Volunteer and demand

“Snuggle me thus,

A little more often.”

Aspirational yearning

Once upon a time, months ago,

you promised me a love

you said will never end.

We decided that we will never let it forego.

But the illumination of that love grew strong,

and as fated, we burned alone,

leaving each other to walk alone.

Dirty and maligned we are today

but fearless again, we thus stand effront.

And with undeterred will I dare to ask,

“For that lovely bliss,

I am yours,

will you be mine alone?”