The Bookshelf

On the shelf of your heart

Stand upright a series of

Bookish emotions

Sandwiched between

Intellectual chronologies

I stand as an unread

Book

Lusting for your sparkling eyes

Believing, someday

Your delicate fingers

Shall pick me up

Dust off the shambles

Of foggy times

Hold me close at

Your eye’s distance

Scroll through my pages

That have wanted

Only you for long

To feed them with your

Velvet touch

Every word,

Line,

Para,

Verse

Shall come alive

The aerobic organisms

Shall then thrive

On the warmth of

The steamy breath

Exuded by you

On blistering hot

Summer nights ...