All night, the cold winds raged;
all night we made love.
I cut some dead branches from the past;
you too plucked leaves of times gone by.
I emptied my pockets
of all dried up poems;
you too took out shriveled up letters.
I threw away the stale lines
of my palms,
you shed all moisture
from your eyelids.
Whatever we found growing
on our bodies
we chopped it
and fed it to the fire.
All night we kept the flame alive
we fueled the fires of our bodies;
all night we heated a Love
gone cold..
all night we made love.
I cut some dead branches from the past;
you too plucked leaves of times gone by.
I emptied my pockets
of all dried up poems;
you too took out shriveled up letters.
I threw away the stale lines
of my palms,
you shed all moisture
from your eyelids.
Whatever we found growing
on our bodies
we chopped it
and fed it to the fire.
All night we kept the flame alive
we fueled the fires of our bodies;
all night we heated a Love
gone cold..
..and you shed all moisture
from your eyelids.
from your eyelids.
how sweet! you are great poet! no words to praise it........ Keep writing:D
ReplyDelete~ thanks a lot frenz, actually I was shy to flash it...your encourage played very vital role onto me..thank you much..
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