Love does that
It waits in the bushes, the forest, the manor, the hallway when you least expect it.
It comes at you with piercing eyes
And wanton looks and breathlessness
And a spark of hope
And fullness in your chest
And tingling in your nether regions
A blossoming flower ready to unfold and provide nectar for the searching bee
It takes hold of you and reminds you there is nothing else more powerful or intoxicating in this world
Then when the daylight comes round again
Leaves you caressing every grass blade, branch, feather
Hoping to recreate at least one moment of it
And that is when you are trapped
Even when at last there is silence
And comfortable loneliness
It wouldn’t take but one moment of this
And there you are again
Because this is what your heart wants, needs, searches for
Even when it is not searching.
3 responses to “Love Does That”
Thank you Mukul!
that was a lovely poem sweetie
my nether region is tingling already hmmmmm