Your Touch

Your touch stagnates the earth,

Your touch numbs everything,

Your touch makes me lost,

Your touch completes me.

Your touch has the strength,

Of healing,

The nastiest of wounds.

Your kiss is a balm,

A massage machine,

It makes me forget my aches.

It feels like the heavenly Goddess,

Has landed on earth,

Whose embrace,

Drives me to heaven.

Her lap,

Induces a feeling of trust,

The trust of being sheltered,

When most necessary.

I worship her every day,

With drops of my perspiration,

No,

I have not sheltered her in any temple,

She blossomed in my heart.