I know you as
The winter’s mist
That creeps into my coverlet,
Tenderly shivering my skin,
Invoking a ritual of foreplay.
I know you as
The coffee’s hot steam
Provoked by my gentle lips
Fondling my lethargy
With stints of sizzling kiss.
I know you as
The covert memory
Materializing in my solitude
And sculpting my oblivion
With motifs of intimate love.
I know you as
The dreamy poet
Endowing lyrical nirvana,
Converting my casual thoughts
Into sensual scripts of Eros!
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-you-as/
