saturated in the beads of sunshine,
sprouting shy, subservient, veiling heart
from the impertinent eyes of world,
recherché to touch, inducing an ache,
arcane, unknown, of an artistry,
enfolded in the secrets, shrouded by you
.
a hopeless lover hopes by your sight,
layering within the layers of his love,
yearning for the nectar of you, his lover,
seaming you in his dreams, coloring
his vagaries, in the palette of shades,
the many succulent hues, of thy sly sure smile
.
This is tagged as the poem for 26 November for NaBloPoMo.
I was in the fields of tulips with this anmol – serene and colourful piece.
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Very lovely. I enjoy your words and the picture you have created in my head.
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And one would think they’re just flowers! 🙂 Sighing beautiful!
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nice…i like how you link the beauty to the feeling of longing in this….nice visuals as well…
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Lovely!
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