Threads of Love

Jenni, my threaded fingers have always been in love! Your weightless love-kite still swims in the lucid wind,

And showers your garden roses upon my heart, while I tear myself apart to swim like a freelance weightless bird in the sky.

I collect stars from the cloudy palette of the sky and ornament your neck with their silvery shine when you are asleep!

You fly balloons of love, and they land in the Amazon greens of my heart, sometimes between my fingers as well.

There is glamorous glaze, the embrittled glow of your eyes that you hide in the black of your sight, Jen! Tell me,

how did you draw a sky in your eyes? The sparkling lights of the night – I see the timeless same in your eyes,

Every night when you twinkle them! My fingers laden with the words of your heart have again fallen in love, Jen!

Your touch magically morphs me into a painter or a sculptor! Jenni, I wish I could sketch a portrait of you!

Your eyes, their soft sensuous words have an amorous feel. I can find lots of raindrops on my window panes!

On a rainy day, when the teary-eyed clouds rain into my veranda, Jen, I can hear your wet unspoken words!

Words painted on your body. Do you draw them to lure me into a bed of monsoon? It’s you, Jen, your absence

That makes me cold, and I lay astray to find myself broken into pieces of words, which are only yours, my love!