Love’s budding, a bidding,
Of two hearts becoming
Their beatings piercing in, peeling through
Each layer of their flesh,
“my beating heart belongs to you”.
They are pounding and pumping and begging
Of each others’ sufferings and pains and
The scars that they made
And outlined with their fingertips.
One after the other.
Him, rubbing the stains of the ruby gloss from
Her lips that are shivering from
His icy touch of frost. Every move fading the stains of blood
She jewelled her pale lips with. Slowly and deeply,
She breaths in his cologne. Too strong, too soothing
He pulls away, a gush of air filling the
empty spaces, in between,
Choking, gagging, encircling their throats.
She struggles and pants, pants and struggles –
Pushes but pulls –
Two bodies, a desire.
Her mascara smudging down
Her cheekbones blushed with a hazelnut shimmer
Of light now merging with the dark.
He pushes his way inside
Her. Their pleasures intensifying as she struggles to, open up to
Her screams like the songs of a nightingale to
His ears. Their temples gleaming, perspiration streaming down
Like teardrops of joy, of sorrow.
She licks the sides of his godlike face, tasting the salt of
His blazing youth while he lets out a moan
Like a thirsty wolf howling at the ever-so-distant full moon’s beauty.
Every inch of
Him is now
It’s a one way stream, a heart’s valve.
The point of no return.
About the painting – “Bleeding Heart” by Simon Mahajan