Sunday, April 1, 2018

My bowed heart





My bowed heart

I anxious that image may wrap me
and made stunningly unconscious
and wash out all my presumptions
those are preserved to define beauty

the butterfly eyes hovers around me
to snatch my beeswax weaken heart
and the smile that carries cruel soldiers
of heartfelt dimples with sharp swords

Long way my voyage pulls to infinity
to the eyes beneath horizon lashes cloud
gate way to the love world of my liking
to cling ever in nectar, cover with petals

Jasmine fragrance tries to push me away
proud on their nasal buds carved her so cute
wish to reciprocate my asphyxiated sighs
to fill up my heart cavity since long awaited