Prescribed Love

Doesn't 

My incompleteness 

Perturb you? 

Doesn't 

My unreachable finger 

Ruffle your hair? 

Doesn't 

My invisible presence 

Gherao you 

In your boudoir? 

Yes, Oh! My colleen, 

Come near 

And 

Respond to the urge 

Of my loquacious eyes

And

Embosom me, 

To give the succor 

To own you for life. 

Yes, Oh! My sylph, 

Wear 

The cardinal vermilion,

The red bangles 

And the sacred thread 

For me, 

Complete 

My incompleteness 

With the prescribed love 

Of your bosom.