Sunday, November 27, 2011

CHIRANTAN 3 - REMINISCENCES

There was born this enchanted moment
When the rainbow showered colours
Your eyelids danced with the sun
And magic fell in raindrops
As you tilted the umbrella
Harvested the wetness of our bodies
To marinate it with our fragrance
Swirled it in a jar
Full of molten passion
And created the perfect reminiscence
Of this is was am and will
Into the bottled ‘now’
The only perfume I wear
That stays on me forever.

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