A REQUEST

Why hesitate to accept
the past with its rainbow moment
of glowing happiness
that turned us
into prisoners of a strange sweetness?

You flaunt a prettier face now
with your jewels burning bright
against the half-lit forest of our past
with its dying hazy night.


Drops of passion swell
to flow into a stream
of dark misty delight
away from gaze of public,
for a union the souls cry
in the fold of this night.


The rose in your palm
trembles in an eager expectation
as pearls of desire
fall from dreamy lips,
come out of the outer skin
of the petals dear
in your usual pretty drips.


Do not for God’s sake
play false with own self
for the sake of false vanity
don’t lie to self or this other
in the name of empty purity !