~ Serenading your unsung Aubade, Love … ~

~ Serenading your unsung Aubade, Love … ~

Hide N’ seek,

Shall we austerely play again?

In the shrubby courtyard of our ripen romance,

Entwined in alleys of ardor, winding in lanes, so coy,

Iron gates of curbs and bends, Oh so impasse ..

Who shall be meek?

You, me, or this noon so bleak?

Blindfolding US again,

One more lie, let’s so pretend,

I shall sheepishly Serenade, ‘I love you, baby,

Deeper, richer, thicker than,

Even when this silky azure shall wan ..’

Behind that blushing pillar, a finger on your impatient lips,

Keep a fairer veneer, as if, nothing did I say ..

Softest sky only shall truly know, of our gloomy vow ..

Would you, too, coo an unsung Aubade, never listened to,

‘My Love, your breaths,

They keep me such alive,

That with every breath, I take your name ..’

I shall whisper in the echoing womb of the sea,

It was and never could be, WE …

This way, I promise,

We’d open, swirl and whisk our hearts — again and yet again,

And let the warm love ooze brimming over, froth and skim,

Without touching the other’s soul … may be …

So, I sing to myself as the babe twilight flits and Moon melts,

‘I love you, baby, dearer to my breaths … and much dearer than that …’

I said it, once again … Would you hear thither?

Hither, your unsung Aubade … I would hear … always!