Sriradha: Part - 19

Come, take half of the remainder of my life, but fill every moment of the half that is mine with your infatuation. Was the bargain unfair? Then leave me with a single moment and take away the rest of my life, but like the sky, fill the whole space above that moment. No, not like the sky. Come closer and become the cloud over my past, present and future so that, when I touched myself, I would touch the monsoon of your body. Your sighs would breathe the gale spewed by the despair of a distant ocean and, when I smile and touch myself, the gale would cease. My lifetime, unconcerned with its nearing death, would everyday renew its pilgrimage to the early years of your youth. You would exist as a mass of blue carved by my command, or as the blue total of all my known, partly known and unknown desires. Since I always dress in blue, you too must be blue. How can you have any other colour when it would break my heart if you had in colour other than blue? Was the bargain unfair? Then come, take away even that single moment. But do not bend down, look straight into my eyes. Meet there the impudent traveller who has passed through hell after hell and, at the end of the very last hell, stands under a kadamba tree and awaits your coming. [Translated by the poet]