Wednesday, November 2, 2022

The Colours of Spring

 

Sun-like bindi when you wear,
Smear lips with colours of dawn,
Swirling hairs like blue-sea tides
Enter my red, tender heart.

Velvet like, soft-skinned hands
When I touch my visage,
Bright orange like marigold - 
A volcano of affection erupts.

Delving deep into blue eyes 
I find silver pearls of love- 
Close them tightly, 
I want to remain till eternity. 

Sonorous sounds of words you whisper 
Put me to sleep– 
Dreaming of you sailing a ship 
To a green island of peace– 
we negotiate the precious price 
Of sublime blunder– 
we commit each night– 
Your letters– 
Scriptures carved in turquoise leaves of belief 
Never go yellow and fall off 
On the island of spring 
Where the orange sun rises and sets 
With a sacred crimson on your forehead.