My Love

As my lips rest on thine,

I forget for a moment

it's your or mine.

When our frames coalesce,

our earthly forms transcend

from matter to spirit in unison-

in a deep eternal passion of love,

a blessed state of pure oblivion.

Words get flawed while I

utter them to love you.

Our rendezvous, after a

long pause--

stirs a warmth of deja vu.

Holding your palm,

as we strolled

the gardens of Eden,

your hypnotic eyes

disseminate somatic essence.

A reflection of self

I find in thine orb,

Oh, my Love!

never abandon me

EVER-

even beyond this

earthly attire.

By Nandini Sengupta

@metaphors_of_life