Quiet Blessings

You smiled at me eyes glittering black
Your teeth were white
And thin lips of red
Sensuous curls of upturned mouth
And fine black kiss curls
Upon your noble head.
Your charcoal lashes
Against pale cheeks
Every part  of your person
Was a choice I had seek
Out of imagination
But so real are you
So far from untrue
I  want to overturn all
And find  the truth with you.

Your satanic glint
Contains hidden amber tints
You melt ice
With honey eyes
And your cold embrace
Is dead as a mask
Upon your snowboard face.
I felt like a voracious bee
Feeding off your powerful nectarine bliss
Sweet memories of
Vaporized ease.
Now
You're pale as snow
There's a ghastly glow
Fine threadwork of veins
Blue shadows of pain
Your skin is careworn.
Your salt and pepper crown
What holds me enthralled are
Those long hands unfurled
Holding a lifetime in their grasp
Elegantly clasped
I'd like an embrace
Those hands upon my face
Yesterday's designs
Phantom moonshine
Now morsels of truth
Manna in dark woods
I'm glad of my chance
It was a dreamy dance.

We're dancers in the wood
Snow melting on two hoods
The wintry days begun
We live by kindled summer's warmth.

There's an incremental return
In the whorling  patterns
Of your festive Hawaiian shirt
I feel your glittering pate
Still carries late afternoon sun
And scents of Eucalyptus and beachfront  benches...
Wooden fossilized feelings
I bask like an insect glowing in morning sun with you.
Our skin is translucent the bones shine through
Brittle and brave
We are still dancing
Six feet from the grave.

Different moments
Two different people
Differential days
Indifferent understanding
under the undertaker sun
Youth of yesterday gone into voided places
Uninterrupted moments of quiet blissful feelings
We'll feed off those for our aces
My sweet partner
My dream romancer
My caregiver
Life supporter
Breath enhancer

Every day, and forever
Till the race will have been run
One of us will carry the other's ashes
Home inside an unctious urn

Oh my lover! Now hold my hand
We are quiet blessings upon each other
We are repositories captured ashes of spent feelings
Burning blazing our anxious hearts
Keeping love alive
In life's glowing embers
Reminiscent of eyes
Like coal black thunder
Hidden lights
From the Valley of the
Shadows of Death.
My dearest
Our days are numbered
The blessings are not
We count our calendars
Of approaching silence
The dates are all over.
We will bless each day spent together
One upon one.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014