Tender Talks...

And when I kiss
The curve of your smile
Mellow in its meanderings,
The quiet star
Of the scarlet night
Blinks back at me
A crumpled bliss...
Within which lies
A bashful whisper
Smoothening soft
My moondrenched skin...
And in the alchemy
Of your grasp,
I surrender
To a conflict tender...
Of an incensed sleep
As you lie beside,
Pure and lost
Like the pondering skies...
Listless
In your wishful sighs...