I do not have a secret word.
To fondle, fiddle ‘n’ harp on.
Memories recede retraceable
I close my eyes recollecting.

Soft cling-clang of your anklet,
Often echoed deep in my dreams
I woke up from fathoms of sleep,
Gasping, hugging our fine thoughts

You love watching rainfall,
Rippling in the lotus pond.
I love watching raindrops,
Dripping down your oily hair.

Behind misty drizzle screen,
Lotuses swim, dance ‘n’ bathe
Their body is sprinkled with,
Aromatic gel of melting hailstone.

Your giggle makes me create.
A poem resounding my heart
Intoxicated I delve in fragrance,
Of your oiled soft body,

We get drenched, in feelings,
Holding hands run amuck.
Finally resting our chins,
In each other’s palm, melting.