Would That
Would That!
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In the late evening when the moon’s new or
The early morning the sun’s sleeping;
Sitting by the blue lake’s eastern bank—
Far from laymen;
On the green grass amongst the thorny weeds
By the dark forest’s dew-washed feet.
She holding my hand and I her in my hands;
Lost eyes, murmuring lips, and warming breath,
Shivering bodies, faded faces, and drying throat.
And then…
In the clear sky blows the wild wind
And flies her long silky hair, over my face.
Ah it blows stronger! And blows off her purple fluffy shawl
And, the wine shop's window is wide-open …!
It lights, it roars; rains, and drains us wet,
We hold hard, soaked into one,
Her frightened flowery body in my strong arms,
And so close! oh!That close…!
Harder, the clouds roar, lights crack, and the rains pour,
Ah yes—all in climax!
And still the burning bodies unmoved –until,
It floods and floods heavy, and drives us in…
Copyright © Fayaz Bhat | Year Posted 2014
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