THE KISS

I woke up to that muffled rustle,

As she walked in fresh and bright;

From shower, like a flower after drizzle.

My eyes still fighting the intruding light;

Could see her petite slender frame,

Through her hazy white translucent gown;

Taking soft steps, closer she came;

And bent, as her loose hair went down.

The water droplets on her wet hair,

That shimmered like misty morning dew;

Trickled gently down that black lair;

Onto my parched skin, making it new.

Her feather soft fingers, teased my lip;

Like a little girl  frisking her toy.

My fingers glided down that curvy hip;

Wanting to see that smile, so coy.

Her rose blossom lips grazed mine;

Making me feel the taste of bliss;

And there we laid, lips in twine;

Lost in that sweet ephemeral kiss.

-x-

THE WAIT

I walked on that lustrous sand,

As the sun kissed the seas;

With roses in my nervous hand;

Breaking a sweat in that breeze;

With each step closer to her,

My heart felt an extra beat.

As I came closer and closer,

I could hardly carry my feet.

There she was, still and calm;

Covered up in maples so new;

And basking in golden evening warm.

My lips murmured:"I love you!",

In a painful and husky tone;

Waiting long, for her to say.

She stayed still, under the stone;

"May be she'll say that someday",

I told myself, and walked away;

With salty tears, all the way.

-x-