Your Lips

in silence of night- you, your lips and full moon, all are so inviting! and I am lost. whom I see? whom I taste? whom I hold close? if I see moon it leads me to you. if I see you it leads me to your lips. your lips, petals of a flourishing flower shine of a smiling soul smile of a silvery moon honey of a pouring hive fragrance of a blooming bud! your crazy lips, inviting as they are tempting as they are my eternity as they are! I feel like I touch them, bite them, suck them and swallow them. but I can not. all sweetest things of this universe have to be devoured again and again. if I swallow them- I won't have that chance. you know, it's so tormenting- to see them but not bite them to bite them but not swallow them. so what do I do then? I half-swallow them and regurgitate them I half-swallow them and regurgitate them, until a time comes- when my lips are weak and my teeth is blunt, my eyes are droopy and my limbs are lifeless. and then, I slip into sleepiness while still holding your lips in between my greedy lips. © Arun Maji Painting: Henri Guillaume Schelesinger