You with no identity
Of thoughts awakening my conscious
Deepening affections unfathomable
At dusk, twinkles of your soul
Tickle the core of my deep hue

With no face,
Of touches trickling through my nerves  
Sparks gushing across my streams
From the back of my palm, caresses strike your lush cheeks
Hairs stand on both of ours
eyes lost in the sanctity of our company

With no voice,
Of whistles softer than a nightingale
A song, melancholy of love
Slipping through your lips
As sweet as a glistening sunrise

With no name,
Of whispers louder than the echoes  
With no sound bustling as though Exorcised
Pierced silence clench deeper,  
A blasted muteness absolving the cosmos

With no scent,
Of breeze riddled with your fragrance
Undulating across tides and meadows
With every drop of rain, tossed Billow of glacier
Emanating from earth's core

With no being,
Of radiance illuminating the vast horizon
Scintillating through our whole being
Fused elements of our existence
Emitting flares of an explosive love