Take Me

Take Me

Take me to the beauteous lands

Of bliss and mirth glowing hand in hand.

Where the dew rests on the naked areola

and fingers slither down the spine.

Let me rest on thy luscious hair

whose intricate knots untie my despair.

Where lips caress my crumbling heart

With a wiff of elixir and bouts of wine.

Drown me in the oceans of eyes

A pilgrimage which seldom ceases to mesmerize.

Where the ethos of death is shattered 

And life begins with every blink.

Make me live and make me die

Take away my breath with a fluffy smile.

Where our souls unite and bodies pulverize,

take me to those beauteous lands.

C Kumar

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Eloquently expressed and beautifully projected into the reader's heart and soul.

[An owl on the moon]

This is so powerfully expressive. Yes, love is a land, a world like no other, and those who journey there never return the same. Hoping you find the sacred pathway there, my friend, and that you root yourself deep in that garden.