Thursday, July 07, 2005

Love-ly

Whisper in your heart
where you held me so shallow
and like a dying fish I swam
toward your forgotten passages
...ended me deep with stabs of your lust
and I fell in love
touching with my burnt silk
and your curtains of flowing white
hiding wounds of my hope
yes my love, we remember our twitching
we remember our final night
as I held on to your broken sighs,
...as you let go off my screams
clutching your shirt beneath your oblivion
where you wore my favourite perfume
in my favourite restaurant
“My Lovely Asima” echoes,
just how you’d say it
...with only the ‘love-ly’ word
attached to my entire universe
...and I was yours
in those few breathless moments
when you levitated
letting me fall, I had touched the sky
with only ourselves to each other
wrapped around a fabric of broken threads
with your last kiss on my right cheek
with my last touch on your left arm
hand in hand, it was the sight to see
with twilights flickering
with stars shooting
...and our kisses became butterflies
flying high as my world ended
beneath their wings
and drapery around our souls vanished
I was left naked staring at your silent waters
where the ships dock and die
...ended our journey
ended me.
Yes, I remember,
once I was yours
...once I was lovely

13.03.05

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The last one is about having had sex with soeone and then being betrayed, i reckon. "Stabs of lust" and "lying twitching" (twitching occurs in most people's orgasms one way or another). "Touching the sky" sounds like it could possibly be a metaphor or euphemism for an orgasm. Who knows. These are just the first things that springs to mind. It could also be about reaching any elevated state of happiness, not necessarily sexual.