My Love
Your skin glows like the jackfruit,
and blossoms thorny & prickly
as the cactus flower
in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your
deep pipe-organ voice
and leaps like a crocodile
at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on
the wing of a great hungry vulture.
I am comforted by your dupatta
that I carry into the twilight of incandescent beams
I hold next to my gall bladder
I am filled with hope that
I may dry your tears
of concentrated sulphuric acid.
As my ears fall from my monkey cap,
it reminds me of your non-stop chatter.
In the quiet, I listen for
the last shrill howl of the day.
My heated nose leaps
to my handkerchief.
I wait in the moonlight
for your secret goodbye
so that we may depart , back to back,
in search of the magnificent beyond
and mystical absence of love.
Update 24/08/06 : If you type 'love poem'in Blog Search, this post actually shows up in the top 10.That makes me a Crooning Casanova uh?
that was hilarious! i laughed with tears in my eyes.
ReplyDeleteGreat fun. Mine...
ReplyDeleteYour skin glows like the apple, blossoms red as the daffodils in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your guitar voice and leaps like a puppy at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your panties that I carry into the twilight of Gangesbeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of rasberry juice.
As my eyelashes falls from my jeans, it reminds me of your home.
In the quiet, I listen for the last music of the day.
My heated hair leaps to my scarf. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bed so that we may love as one, hair to hair, in search of the magnificient yellow and mystical car of love.
Hilarious.
ReplyDeleteHere's mine:My Love
Your skin glows like the lemon, blossoms acrid ardent as the cowslip in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your clarinet voice and leaps like a wolverine at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great albatross wing.
I am comforted by your cardigan that I carry into the twilight of gatebeams and hold next to my ears.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of ink.
As my nostril falls from my hanky, it reminds me of your pillow.
In the quiet, I listen for the last creak of the day.
My heated knees leaps to my skirt. I wait in the moonlight for your secret bridge so that we may grate as one, knees to knees, in search of the magnificient indigo and mystical dawn of love.
Man give me a break! cant keep a good skin with sulphuric acid running down my cheek okay :(
ReplyDeleteSowmya, love poems make you laugh?
ReplyDeleteD&C : Raspberry juice. Really.
lalita : careful, your teats of ink may spoil the cardigan next to your ears.
anupadmaja: Unless your cheeks are made of cast iron :)