I fail
whenever I want to paint
a poem
about you
your beauty and
my love
If I want to write about
your eyes, your eyes -
oh they are bows,
perhaps rainbows.
They just fill my heart with colors
and I feel blue in loneliness.
If I want to write about
Your lips
Their curves and color gives
me a crooked thought
How sweet the fruit would taste
I get straight
If I want to write about
your bosoms,
their promptness
makes me blush,
that I even forget what I am
about to brush.
If I want to write about
your stomach
My wandering across that soft plain
ends abrupt and the burrow
takes me to your womb,
where your warmth
keeps me sleeping
ever and ever.
If I want to write about
your legs -
Those pillars of beauty
grow and grow
like a beanstalk,
I can never climb.
I sacrifice myself for their grace
at the altars – at your feet.
As every dot of ink my pen marks
radiates all over the sinless paper
and violets of passion blossom
all over, all over
I go empty.
So whenever
whenever I want to paint
a poem about you -
I fail.
Putholi Arumugham T
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