When your kiss snuggles into my ribs,
it rains from a clear sky.
You wield my soul like a rainbow,
stroke with its colours
the cheeks of lovers and flowers
as they majestically bloom.
Suffocating on my pain I prayed for breath
and the Beloved sent you,
a burning kiss consuming me to ash,
a wind scattering me in the blue.
I become a gardener
so that the flowers would nurture me,
soaking their scents and colours into my soul.
I become a poet
and the poems spread my soul
like a blanket of silence
over the desert face.
Things done out of love, emanate with love.
Mapping the freckles on your skin
bright stars which oracular motions
foretell the ebb and flow
of the ocean of my heart.