Our nakedness.

i first met you  in my adolescence.


No one, including myself, could 've understood the steadfast fascination i held for you. 
It felt so natural to be with you.


In your company, i've wandered aimelessly..... where true vagabonds go.


Probably, how
i discovered the most mysterious corners
which would have otherwise belonged to the fairies, And to those who had gone
beyond laughter,
beyond the pathless,
beyond the pages of books,
beyond everything they knew.


i remember the first time i took your hands -- i felt i had'nt felt anything rougher than that....


The first time i looked into your eyes i never saw anything more harsher.


i could have been deaf, yet, it was'nt my deafness that would have protected me from hearing what you had to say
Though your voice was never ferocious.




One day you spilt the Sun .  You said it was an accident,  your eyes glinted.


it was then, i truely saw you.


You made me believe that you were stark naked. 
i discovered you were'nt --
You wore on your nakedness : my prejudices, my hypertrophied ego, and my rigid thoughts and ideals.....


Then, you undressed.
i gasped, held my breath back,  only very briefly.......


You took of that last garment as though i had to merit to see you.


Deliriously, i gave myself completely to you.......
i could tell no one how beautiful you were,
i recall when you told me that  your nakedness could never be dressed.

You,
You , whom i call ' Beloved '...i could never quit you!


i can never quit the one who touches me so deeply, so truely.

Has anyone ever had such  plunging hands as yours....
Your hands that joins the Ocean to the Horizon for the Sun and the stars can come and kiss the water.


You , whom i call Beloved, strangely, they call you ' Solitude '.


While i'm with you -  i'm simply where others cannot follow.....

Not once , but  many a times
you became : that sacred presence in a dewdrop,
a passing light in the meadow,
a frolicking foot of the river,
a branch for a sparrow,
a hushful breeze on the face of sorrow..... while i fell.

i fell, i fall....


i fall orgasmically into your hollow.


The blue of the sky was never real
except when you came there!

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