Senses

Posted: December 12th, 2005 by Anil | tagged: poetry

I see
The light of our love
Like meteors burning
In the still waters
Of your blue eyes

I feel
The touch of life
Like a cold snowfall
In the clear bonding
Of your golden hands

I taste
The taste of love
Like sweet strawberries
In the comfortable softness
Of your molten lips

I smell
Our collective souls
Like warm chocolate
In the stillness
Of your burning skin

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Anil says so:
December 16th, 2005 | Quote
Thanks everyone for your critical and appreciative feedback.
Anonymous Poet says so:
December 16th, 2005 | Quote
More elegant, contoured sensuality from you. Great writing!

Especially, I like:

“I taste
The taste of love
Like sweet strawberries
In the comfortable softness
Of your molten lips”

Outstanding lines!
Belle says so:
December 15th, 2005 | Quote
Ah, the celebrated nascent of the senses…

Beautiful.
Dan Husain says so:
December 15th, 2005 | Quote
Very Anil like! But strawberries and molten lips are not working for me. Mull over it!
Mermaid says so:
December 15th, 2005 | Quote
Hey, where’s touch? No, I guess that one is obvious. Vivid descriptions of the senses, Anil.
Extempore says so:
December 13th, 2005 | Quote
I will, for now, suffice to say that this is indubitably one of my favouritest yet. The last stanza was so beautiful, that I cannot begin to describe my reaction to it.

Anil, you make poetry seem so very effortless. I trust you see why I am saying this, dear boy. :-)

p.s. I missed My Generation altogether for some stupid reason but I must say, it was lovely

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