The Unseen From The Seen

Dear, O my dear forever, I have seen you a portion, The rest under clouds. Your face, hair, nape And limbs from elbows, And no more, were visible. The rest beneath the saree Is safely kept unseen. It is enough to my faculty. From the parts I have seen, I perceive the parts unseen. I could visualize, I could surmise, I could X-ray. I could fantasize And I could imagine What were there in store, And what shape they were: The lean breast, the thin arms, The slender legs and the narrow groin. I felt about it as if I was drunk. Yours unseen are frenzy To me rather than to him Who is your custodian. Your contour is just like curves In a cartoon, speaking volumes. I owe much to your company. It keeps me in harmony. There is no harm to any. 17.12.2000, Pmdi