Teach me the liberty of love.
Let me hold the freedom
From the corner of your waist.
That I may be redeemed
From the trauma of the yesterday.
Show me the beauty of love.
Let me see that rainbow
in the midst of stormy clouds.
That I may be conscious
of what tomorrow holds.
Will you follow me to a sunset?
Where a blueness lay on the sea
I shall pick you the numerous colours
That command stormy cloud
And return your consciousness.
Let me drink from your lips.
Let them remind me the joyful bliss
of reckless abandon.
Let me hold on to the feeling of your arms around me.
Till the trauma of yesterday become my amnesia.
And our moments my lingering memory.
Write me some tangled lines of poems,
And let my heart do the rhyming.
Let’s dine by the shore and watch the water collide with the sky,
And leave our scents to linger on the sands.
And I will write you in common metaphor,
where your body and soul share affinity
with the virtue of love.
I will caress your spirit
With the embracement of a silent whisperer.