No one finds us here; here we are together, <br />On a white marble in the bosom of naked night <br />You brood over my soul worn in blue dress <br />At the shore of a river beneath a moonlit hillside <br />Where the moonlight sleeps on the bed of water. <br />Where the shivering hands of breeze embracing <br />And caressing our tender breast corsage. <br />Being scared of certain peeping eyes far away <br />They are the Godesses of night or the Sweet hearts of Moon, <br />Their eyes nictitating so coyly looking at the cupid moon <br />While my lover covered her eyes with her pellucid palm <br />When I kissed her pinkish nail beds. <br />Like a soft hair I diffused over her fringes. <br />I nuzzled my nose all over her nude ridges. <br />Here we're together, we're together <br />Who can hear the song of our souls here? <br />Oh I cannot write anymore here that I'm so sleepy, <br />Clenching my pen between my right thumb and index-finger. <br />When I write her name here in a white paper <br />Over my name, over my name at midnight <br />Sitting on the shore of a river in a moonlight night.<br /><br />VIPINS PUTHOORAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-we-are-together-2/
