The roughness etched on the waves
Like scratches of nails on my Face
The drops leave the foaming sea
Like the sweat drops from my body
To merge in your passion
And in rhythmic creation
Your sighs
And cries, meet
The lashings of the waves
on the beach, like me
And
then the cloudburst
and I am still wet
Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 9:35 PM UTC
The roughness etched on the waves
Like scratches of nails on my Face
The drops leave the foaming sea
Like the sweat drops from my body
To merge in your passion
And in rhythmic creation
Your sighs
And cries, meet
The lashings of the waves
on the beach, like me
And
then the cloudburst
and I am still wet
@Shashi, Dec 2006