Bristled haze...
Eternal stubble...
Framing the upward
curve of Your lips...
Sure and gentle..
Long fingered
Beautiful hands...
Constantly rubbing Your chin...

Is it okay to say that I would love to feel that stubble brush slowly against my shoulder?
Hmmm?
As Your lips go for my neck?
Do i now have to take permission...to express that I want to feel
those fingers splayed on my back?
Do i now need to worry that
You'd make fun of my desire?
Do i need to start using a filter for my words?
I don't know...

And so i hide...
behind peals
Of meaningful laughter...
Trying to protect myself
from your all pervading
Virility....
Unsuccessfully...
While you go on jabbering
About stubbles...contours and
searching for a semblance of masculinity...
If only you knew...

Fifth of March,
Innumerable things could have been done....
Belly dance classes,haircuts,shopping...
I could have gotten a tattoo...
Taken a random bus to a random city,
Could have fallen sick,got killed in an
accident,
Visited friends,gone to a
pub,a movie,a play...

But,I didn't do any of this...

All I did was come to you with a Thank you...
With sweetness,caring,courage and smiles...
And you did the same...though not needing the courage...
But you made me nervous with your words...
You spoke like you were doing the world a favour...
That it was a privilege you bestowed on a lucky few...

How Rude! I thought...such arrogance and yet so alluring...
I felt like a fool...what was i thinking?
How could one be arrogant and alluring at the same time?
With the same intensity...?
But then I remembered who you Were...
And i started to travel back in time.......
Inscrutable eyes,spellbinding sounds,nimble fingers...
Liberation....from the cycle of rebirth...Salvation...

Fifth of March,
Among the things I did was that I saw You...
and saw things i never thought i'd see again...
But this time around the eyes were tender and caressing....
The sounds still bound you....the words left me wanting more...
and the fingers...Aah! still nimble and expert...
And I realised that You would always be the same...
despite changing the landscape of life....
A Rockstar...and such...

Clink of wine glasses...
Muted voices...
candlelight...posh flowers...
Moonbeams on the waves..
Nothing could enchant her...
Bored as **** was she...
Unaware that her
unquenchable thirst...
And appetite for fire,
made her captivating...
Irresistible...

Her perfume..
a mix of musk and sea..
Hit the nostrils whenever she moved...
Like a high on a dry afternoon...
And then she saw him...
5 'o' clock shadow at 9 in the night...
The stubble? Aah it was gone..
And she smiled...
'Men' she thought
And laughed out aloud...
'Vanity becomes him...'

'You mad woman..' he said
As he kissed her nose..
Where does one keep
Such treasures of femininity?
Abandoned wild woman...
Who can walk in on a conversation...
Lick his ear shocking him in public...
'Come away with me...'
And he follows
Dazed..behind this...this...thing.
Just like that.

The moaning wind and the crash of water...
her back on the shore...
hips grinding.. stubbled chin...
legs thrashing around shoulders..
and the waves
Just. Kept.Coming.
Pushing him over the brink..
No past. No future. Just Now.
And she laughed and he kissed her
'You mad woman...'

Tousled hair...
kohl-rimmed eyes...
leaf patterned teddy
barely covering her *******...
foetal pose...
clutching the pillow to her stomach...

He turns her around...
Tracing the outline of the Angel on her breast...
He whispers.."You're the woman
that I've been wanting...
for over a decade..."
He smiles and kisses her on her lower lip...

She laughs and agrees..
disbelieving the blarney...
But tries to match herself to
His far fetched ideals
of an intense wordsmith dream girl..
if that'd make Him want her...
because all it takes for her to want Him
are her favourite songs and sweet talk..

Like the one in the previous stanza...
'You're the woman I've been wanting.....for over a decade.."
Sweet talker...

A decadent Rockstar...
Smooth smart and immodest...
Cafe-au-lait shaded skin...
And twice as delicious...that's my muse...

A smile so charming...
Pleasure of talk early morning...
When the sheets are soft and slippery...
And eyes barely open...that's my muse...

A softly sung song..
No words for me to sing along..
Just the piano taking it's measure...
Deep and sweet...that's my muse..

Sometimes to astound...
Sometimes to confuse...
To run from or pursue me...
An awesome level of ecstasy...that's my muse...

He is always there...
From the lips that years ago I almost kissed...
To the touch that i really do miss...
Perfectly plunging me to the depths...
That's my muse....

Ju ❤

Did you know?
There's a little gift in
each of my poems...
Wrapped...with a bow...
A comma...
An exclamation,
a sigh, a pause,
A lump in the throat...
beat of the heart...
A longing...a feeling..
Put them all together...
Every vowel and consonant...
And that's a poem in itself...

I am an ultra sensitive soul..
And probably when we meet,
I won't say a word...
But my poems will speak...
Because they carry
the weight of
your invisible presence...

And I know that you know...
That these gifts are just for You...

"Healing...you need healing..."
Healing? what did that mean?
Why? I was good...wasn't I ?
Clueless i just meandered
through life..and
Hello! Hello!Guess who knocked on my door...?

He used his fingernail
on the scratch card of my sleeping senses looking for a prize...
And uncovered the silvery covering...
revealing a pinched nerve...freed now...
My pen started bleeding words on to paper...
Poems...and now i cant seem to stop...

Poems tumble out...sugar-sweet whimsical..love-filled *****...for His lips in my hair...for the moan when He kisses my ear...
for His tongue in my teeth..
for arms around my waist....
for His symetrical smile...for things felt...and not felt...

Poems tumble out....for Him knowing me to my core...
For the **** and the silly..
for the loud teasing and the whispers...for the scratch of his stubble ...
for the nudge of his nose...
on my neck, my face....
for the music...for the humour...

Poems tumble out.... for Him...
because of Him...
and I'm not going to stop.
Oh and I healed....