Wednesday, September 4, 2013

This way of getting into you, your throbbing beat, your art...

This way
Of getting into you,
Your soul,
Your throbbing heart,
Have i wanted anything more than that?
Nay!
For this way
me wishes all time
To stay...
Within you,
Love mine,
Carried away
By your wholesome,
Your pali,
Your saree,
Your angelic earrings
Hanging in the sweet sweet breeze,
Your cream,
Your white,
Your mellowed light
Slowly causing a lift
In me,
Happiness present past
All continuous...
Merged
In your flowing glorious...
Your vintage,
Your Holy wine...

(Note: found this script and taken her...meaning clicked)

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