Why don’t you, cover me up?
With your expanse, be my sky.
Why don’t you, tease me then,
With little gestures, reaching down?
Why don’t you, blind me now,
And let me guess, what you’re upto?
Why don’t you, come over me?
To weigh me down, till I sigh.
How I wish you come back. Why don’t you?
After you’ve lost all your clothing,
After you’re bare and vulnerable,
After you’re exposed to the worldliness,
After you’re split apart, wide open,
After you’re immersed in shyness,
You feel like nature’s coincidental creation.
You feel honest, having nothing to hide.
You feel close to who you actually are.
For when she falls, she strikes.
And fills up the emptiness.
Immersing against gravity,
A drama, acted in brevity.
She walks, tall and quick.
Letting shadows plays a trick.
She’s bright LIGHT and lighter.
I stared, blankly, for a long long while.
At the myriad, patterns, and profiles.
While the still water, rippled slowly,
As the moon, dipped its reflection,
Onto the shimmery, bokeh of lights,
Gleaming, on the water, so subtly.
It became hard to believe, soon,
Where I stood, was a dream.
A dream, I long for, since I sleep.