Vanilla ice
Soft stubble
Hint of grey
And I am sold
What so far seemed
A laughable thing
Suddenly is no more
And Much more
Than reality.
You're so kind
A Sunbeam upon my soul
Sweetness has never touched me so
Always a soft spot a frisson
For the ones gone rough
At the edges
Defiant dreamer, borderland of bad.
My soul genuflects.
Praying.
Rain of blessings.
Sourced the dream.
Happiness is effortless dominion.
Willingly pleased
I am detached, kind.
An unobserved observation.
I shiver at the thought
Of this chance of a lifetime
That I must allow
To pass by.
Ours is not
The Time.
Yet some sweet moments
Are predestined.
I care Not crave.
I rave and rejoice this meeting.
I'm not ravenous.
Or craven
This addiction is
Fulfilled.
Thank you.
I have known you.
And been known
If this be love
Then it's blameless
Pure and blessed.
Snow White.
Delicious vanilla lingering
Upon chaste ice.
(c) Amrita Valan 2017
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