Taiba Khan

You

Your eyes molten like the setting sun 
Set in mine when I look at you 
Your breath minty dissolves in mine 
Together we make the scent of dew 
 
Your hands solid like a pebbled path 
And mine a stream flowing through it 
Your body chiseled with real dents 
For my rise and fall, a perfect fit 
 
Your steps in the corridor match my pulse 
I can tell with your scent, you are around 
Your laughter, chatter is the sound of rain 
In each thing of beauty, you are found 
 
The world spins with the tremble of your lips  
In your warm embrace unaware I lie 
With the sacred oneness of the body and soul 
All insecurities end, all inhibitions die.