Tuesday, 23 October 2012

Your breath..

It sang to me..
your breath sang to me
beautiful sonnets of yore
and delighted, I broke into madness
a mad, wild dance.

It kissed my skin..
your breath kissed my skin
and struck, I shattered into pieces
radiant pieces of love;
it whispered to them..
your breath whispered to them
and they ballooned
big balloons of desires..
your breath swelled
and the balloons found their space
their wonderful little space in the swell.

It came like a tide
your breath came like a tide
my soul was awash
my existence was awash
and I rode,
I rode atop the tide
into the forever seas of euphoria..

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem...lovely words and wonderful flow. Breath came like a tide and soul was awash...perfect.
    :D

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