Floating Visions
The earth is soft and cool beneath,
I can feel the blades of grass
Gently pressed under me,
Green, young and slightly moist
Still yet breathing
And I see shifting shadows through closed lids
Playing - capering - laughing
As I nestle my head deeper in her lap
Treasuring and preserving
The warmth under my hair
I follow the act and listen to the shadows
I can hear the merry and begin to smile
A shy, scented drop awakens my skin
And I open my eyes to hold her face
Words elude and sounds fade off
As I marvel a new meaning to beauty
I drink with thirsty eyes
The oval that is my world
Circled lovingly in dark flowing hair
Velvet like silk and soft as silence
Coy and demure
I drink with thirsty eyes
The delicate curve of her neck
Just within reach and yet not
The contours, sensuous and tempting
I nestle my head and smile back
I see myself reflected
In liquid pools of light
See myself anew
Alive and well
Through her eyes
I trace the exquisite lips
Longing their flavor
Craving through parch
I want to lift myself
But the warmth lets not
Oh it is such a strife
Painful yet nurturing
An impish pleasure
A sight devine
I drink with thirsty eyes
And I beg life
If this is a dream
Don't wake me up just yet
- Sanket
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