Seek Not

The sudden shift of power from the space To the space between our feet; The energy which you made propagate Through your pleasing hoarse voice To my heart strings; I miss all those words that were Never bestowed the right to speak. I crave for the uncut acts of our play And the efforts our audience might anticipate too. The spark you wore was enough for my Meandering five senses to assemble. The chemistry of the reaction, you too noticed, Did you not? For our pearly white reactants, There was no need of a catalyst. But the shame of it all being in my head, Drapes my untouched body everyday under the soothing sun. The moment has gone. I am not your pilgrimage. And my now is filled with the same Tempting yet elusive dreams.