Taffeta dreams

Taffeta dreams


Rustling desires stir
Silken vines coil trunks, sap joy
Taffeta dreams snare

-shubha

Desire's desire

Desire's desire

Desire glides on moonbeams
To shower silver
On supple, rippling waves
Of darting silver streams
Of dark tresses
Of obsessive dreams

Weaves threadbare tales
Of panting longings
Held together by anticipation
In breath held,in gasps

Between the longing
And anticipation
Desire lives and dies
Many reincarnations

To burn on the pyre of fulfillment

Be the moon
Always a little out of reach
And I will live every moment
In the longing
In the perseverance
In the anticipation
In hope

--shubha

P.S. A few lines that came to me in response to a prompt on Shringar Raas on an online poetry group.