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The Tryst

Something slight and wonderful,

Just out of reach it dances,

Hearts pleasantly under-full,

Exchanging longing glances.

Kiss those lips pure fantasy,

Feelings so deeply buried,

Perhaps love sweet actually,

On its wings softly carried.

This feeling so elusive,

Your beauty I find haunting,

My daily thoughts intrusive,

I know there must be something.

At my elbow

Slipping into nothingness,

I think about you often,

Must be some kind of-sickness,

Pain never seems to soften,

It lingers still, hauntingly,

Looming over so faintly,

Coating all things dauntingly,

And even more so lately.

Seems like a dream diluting,

My sanity still gripping,

All common sense refuting,

I feel myself still slipping.

Garden of eden

Perfect, nearest perfection,

Was it me or was something-

Missing? Faintest reflection,

On the elusive one-thing.

To me it felt meaningful,

If just for that one moment,

Love is one such vehicle,

If given time to foment.

Maybe I’m wrong completely,

I’m just trying to deflect,

As my heart fails effetely,

It’s my fault it’s not perfect.

The end of the walz

Over and over-thinking,

I held you not long ago,

Staring at you unblinking,

Hoping you’d never let-go.

My arms, you fit perfectly,

Squeezed you and you squeezed harder,

Truth, I loved you earnestly,

In your breast felt safe harbor.

But I ruin everything,

I am my biggest loather,

I don’t deserve anything,

Except to know it’s over.

Returning home

Homeward, I am returning,

For in my heart lies yearning,

For a heart more discerning,

Something missing each morning.

Alone I wake shuddering,

Holding you I feel relief,

From a pain long suffering,

A momentary reprieve.

Just say it, say anything,

I’ll be there with a lone-word,

Something unseen tethering,

Guiding both of us homeward.

The riddle of the reluctant rake

Beauty why so reluctant?

Do tell me, was it something?

Why you can’t be consistent,

If only it was one-thing.

Our eyes meeting chasedly,

A touch of your hand barely,

Our skin touching nakedly,

A love spoken of rarely.

These feelings so persistent,

To chase them seems my duty,

However you’re resistant,

In that I find some beauty.

Bewitched

Bewitched I lie restlessly,

Alone at night I wonder,

Be it love or devilry,

Is it fate or a blunder?

In my dreams it’s effortless,

I’m just holding you tightly,

Nothing, only tenderness-

Exists and it burns brightly.

On its face so simplistic,

To kiss you and feel enriched,

Is that banal? Truistic?

To desire to be bewitched?

Fulfillment

Fulfilled, I dream endlessly,

Of feeling more than hollow,

Loving someone wordlessly,

It’s easier to wallow.

In pain and in misery,

Than to let your heart open,

To skulk away gingerly,

To let things go un-spoken.

I pray God is merciful,

That love and hope can rebuild,

And I know it’s fanciful,

To hold you and feel fulfilled.

The end of the day

Wanted someone, somebody,

To love and hold back nothing,

Love and light she’d embody,

And I’d feel righteous loving.

Her gaze would bring contentment,

Her touch sparks a warmth inside,

In others stokes resentment,

When they see our hearts collide.

The day went on endlessly,

And despite this it daunted,

That you’d be there breathlessly,

Just to make me feel wanted.

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