As you speak I hear you tendered <br />Your words smooching sweet <br />so your thought whistles to the grin <br />being triggered by your dream. <br /> <br />to over power me in all countenances <br />when revered by your lustful craving <br />like swelling of the sea high splashing <br />impinged by the tide in moonlit night. <br /> <br />if you cannot trust me for a while <br />you may not see me thrumming <br />on your lips in your dream spouting <br />as promised by the clock tickling. <br /> <br />the darkness may wrap us into the emptiness <br />keeping us veiled like dark clouds to the sun <br />so our love in its room would be ragged to ruin <br />like a whining bird out of its own delusion. <br /> <br />lest you may be riled upon your love <br />hurting me hurtful rocking you within too <br />as I would lambaste of my love to the wind <br />kissing the dream yet touching your swing. <br /> <br />when I become dreamless in ensuing spring <br />and your belief starts to deter you apart dithering <br />your desire deny you of my love yet bewailing <br />and our love happens to be a crescent moon <br />hanging in the hinges of the sky yet defiled.<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-you-speak-of/
