Sunday, August 14, 2005

The Bride

She opens her bleary eyes.
Henna colored hopes carousing on her palms
As they softly brush aside
The bewitching locks of her hair
From her insouciant cheeks.
My gaze charmed.

The vampish curves of her lips
A prelude to fantasy -
The Elysium.
Slit open into a smile that
Smacks my fortune as if
Draping them in her colors.

She stretches her arms
Seeking the simmering me;
The space between them -
A refuge where our love
Perpetually wishes to dissolve.

© Dan Husain
March 23, 2005

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