Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Breathless...



Your thought,
A wisp of finely crocheted lace,
 A whiff of subtle perfume,
Barely there,
But, consuming me
 In its entirety

Your presence
A warm breath
Fanning my senses,
Making me lose myself
In its wholesomeness

Your love,
Like a swig of sweet vintage wine
intoxicating  my senses, and
rendering each feeling
surrealistic and sublime

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This losing of the self is like the dissolved sugar which stops staying as a separate entity rather exists in sweetness ... engrossing !

Dolly Singh said...

beautiful words.. thanks :)