Those crimson lips
seems to have liquefied,
dripped onto my cheeks
and flowed toward my tongue.
Love circumscribes the core,
warming the edges
of the vast salver of trust,
affection, respect
and other shrubs
shimmering and wavering
in the union,
in the incomprehensible
torrent of love energy
– unchargeable fossil memories
are its battery,
and when the passion lurks out,
we will be curled back
to the dose of everyday energy
from the unknown.
Copyright 2009 Bhuwan Thapaliya
losing its passion!Superb poem Bhuwan!
Love,
Eileen
Thankd for sharing
most enjoyable reading
peace be with you
William
Be always safe,
Karen
Romantic Poet, your words wrap inside the hearts of your readers
very lovingly
The endured passions inscribed by "Fossil Memories" discovers loves destiny
Much Love & Inspiration
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Be well,
Sheri