~ Till the Very Last ~
Oh, how I wish to tap-open your heart,
Guide your lazy fingers to my life, to my past,
Make you pick just half handful of grit —
Piercing and turning mine into one sieve,
Then, veer your clouded fist to the one — ajar,
Lo! Now you open those closed fingers,
And, let the burning grit of my thin secrets,
Along with the cold sands of my long past,
Slide and glide into the free space — of —
Your open clumsy yet warmth oozing heart —
Without spilling or brimming, but kissing,
With a solemn promise, to last, till the last,
Ah, yes, Till the Very Last!
Whoever has painted this picture, I've no knowledge of the source, but loved it the moment I saw it. Intense, sensual, saying so much even without talking.
WHOOO-EEEEE! Your poetry Sadia, is a ride-glide through a momen of life, so brief, yet so lengthy in the retention. Yours is poetry anyone--who has a soul--can understand--so easy to read, absorb, read again.
ReplyDeleteAlmost I compare these thoughts with those of God, wishing to "tap open my heart".....
"With a solemn promise, to last, till the last, Ah, yes, Till the Very Last!"
EXQUISITE, Ma'am!
And, here is the sole reason, why I love you so much ... You've an eye, in fact better than mine, to point out the beauty of life in the exact manner ... wish, someday I get to think like you ... :) Thank you so much, Steve :)
DeleteLovely one! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Gal .... :)
Deleteha. nice heat in this....it has an innocence to it as well...the clumsiness...the fingers finding...love the close as well
ReplyDeleteon lasting...to the last...
Thank you so much, Brian .... happy that you could feel it all :)
DeleteYour poetry has that heartwarming effect .... soothing, reminds me of the poems I had read that belonged to the Elizabethan era ... magical, once again, yet again :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks much, Amrit .... :)
DeleteI love how amazingly well this goes with the picture. You can read her progression of longing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Keith ... yes, you can ... the longing, the urge, everything is so visible and viable to proceed with the words .. :)
DeleteThe brook had things flowing away. A fair justice with the painting. And hey, you hav another follower here :)
ReplyDeleteThanks you so much, Arish :)
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