A Poem For the Lover

Write me a poem, urged the Lover As I slipped into bed with him, Fearing the tremors of the night As heavy rain poured outside, Bidding thunder to growl its boisterous song Compelling lightning to dance in ungraceful ways!   Why should I, asked I in a detached tone While keeping my eyes glued to the bedsheets Why should I?  Would you even care to read  If I wrote for you?   Why should I not, asked the Lover in a dangerous tone Can you not see the genuineness of my intentions Reflected in the expression of my eyes? Can you not hear the laments of my heart In my deep and profound voice? Can you not feel the booming beats of my heart As it somersaults each time I merely think of you?   I lifted my eyes and let them plunge in the expanse of his Pray, how I am to write for him If I did so, my heart would be left bared and defenseless If I did so, my feelings would be exposed and disrobed If I did so, the shield protecting my vulnerability Would be thrown off, broken into millions of pieces And I would be left unsteady and unguarded!   But the expanse of the Lover's eyes pulled me closer In these I could see how stars birth In these I could see what lies beyond the veil of the universe In these I could see my meaning In these my pulsating annoyances felt soothed In these I chose to plunge, even if I can swim not And soon, I was no more in control of myself, Barely conscious that outside, the rain poured harsher While thunder sang still more deafeningly And lightning danced, caring not if anyone was watching it!   When he turned over to sleep I got out of bed, opened my diary And wrote a poem for him! 16 October 2017