Thursday, December 10, 2015


“Touch me not!” she said as he came close
While trumpets and confetti flew in the air
The flowers danced and the songs flowed
Off fluttered his soul and landed just there
Right on her bosom,when dewdrops froze

Oh the rhyming and timing that life chose
Bringing so much love, sparkling and rare
Without a touch, eyes met, breath slowed
From two to one, and here from nowhere
It was time to forget all poetry and prose


1 comment:

Maliny said...

The beauty of union! Perfectly caputured.