Ocean and Storm

Conversing eyes
A brook flowing of breaths
Colliding palms, crossing fingers,
Enveloped skins, locked eyes
And cherishing syrup,
That never ever lasted on lips.

Candid and celestial,
It stepped from heaven,
And lingered us in cocoon,
The flow, the love, the passion
The warmth fabricated in our clutch
Fragrance blended and blew with wind,
The soft, the tender, the swelled, the bosom
That never ever lasted on chest.

An ocean and a storm
Cuddled each other
And blow until contentment
Like full moon gazes at deep blue surface
Like rain drops step onto the peacock
Like child sleeps on mother’s breast.