What Is It?- Love/Lust

To reign over you, was never in my blood.

Comfort you with that warmth was the secret desire,

I could ever tend to hide.

Those blossoming in winter dusk,

Encrypts the deep secrets as sacred as the bells of heaven,

Into high troughs of the offering.

It's not the match of hormones rather

It's the blooming of petals in the sunshine

What is it???

Is it lust?

Maybe these are the clumsy pulses, that

Arouse in the silence of dusky sky.

To those pulses, I beat up like once in a blue moon

Or maybe these are induced battle of emotions

Claiming to indulge in softy moves.

Somehow with the hold as that of the tusk,

Craving me to fall for the peculiar soul.

Is it love?

Maybe it's the connect to the beating hub of that only soul

You ever met before being mortal.

Hold on to that soul, is the voice over

My cupid sense utters in a cracky blurred vision.

Either to leave upon a cliff of rocky heaps of thorny trends

Set by the engulfing bounds

Or to let the world down & stand upon with those softy hands on my arm

Are the only ways one could end up with

what is it?

That often two shores with parallel tracks never giving up

just to serve as a sad go traveler.

It's actually a bit of both.