Alleviants, spring and love, hesitate in descent,
Haltingly dipping toes as a strange coldness departs
And passivity welcomes a warm embrace of divinity
Burst forth from a dam holding passion at bay;
Passion that wills the ground green from white,
Threatens buds into roses which blush with the redness of the heart.
The mild-mannered breeze punctuated by arias of the avian
Saunters through hair already disfigured, an intoxication
That causes even leaves to randomly orient.
The pale azure reminds of the eyes that belong to one’s infatuation
Then the glint that follows a starlight twinkle
Where you lose you and find more than you had.
Love in spring is a cherry blossom that reigns eternal,
One where beauty and strength abound in equal measure
Through contours of itself.
The sweltering heat of summer lies futile
As flaring passions ensure an intensity
That the sun ceases to match.
Sweat that adorns the brow, sweeping across layers
Results from heat a passionate desire brings.
When the perfumed sunlight in reckless abandon
Is lost in the glow of your other
And the shimmering moonlight in a ballet around darkness
Illuminates a face that does not need it.
Air precipitating with heaviness of a desire uncorked
Lends a moistness to the dry burrs of the ground and soul
So we digest that which sticks and let slide hesitancy
Which embanks upon inhibitions deep within.
Peas in a pod, ready to harvest come season
In a ripeness awash upon two bound in love.
The weather for all moods then descends,
Divine tears trickle through or spill
Where clouds end but horizon lies limitless,
Dampening feeling with exalted celebration
That drenches and melts away walls that surround.
The wetness of every drop is imbued with a freedom,
A song that resides only within it, and its particular
Ravishing coldness cements the uniqueness of a connection
That many feel but few attain.
Drops that trail along the face, pleasantly cool,
Until you share a soaked kiss, as the orchestra in finale erupts.
You hold their face in your hands, hold the droplets on their skin upon yours
As they burn and etch
To ensure feelings remain unforgotten
And moments remembered, although redundant to the truest form.
As autumn withers the sedge and undresses trees,
The ground orange to commemorate fallen leaves
And love ages among bare branches, with taste
And resounds with itself like fine wine.
Mirroring spring with the occasional breeze that chills,
Autumn, decadent with dance and rustle, sets in.
At the hearth, the undying fire, bellows beckon
To swirl further and rise higher
In anticipation of the untrod path every story takes.
Each fabric of this world permeates with dynamism
And the sweet respite like a deep-breath before cold depths,
But time lies still for lovers unperturbed
And second-hands frozen in the instant, or so it seems
To them, for time incessantly stretches dribbles of bliss
Into eternal but is fleeting, for even eternity in their arms fails to last.
Winter approaches, and warmer sleeves donned,
Pulls together those that lie warm in another’s arms.
Snowflakes plummet and are brushed off lovingly,
Blessing each with a fractal-like singularity
And as nature withers in hibernation, it incubates
A careful, precipitous confluence of two threads
As they knit into each other; over, under, over, under.
The sun seems numbed and a silence falls
While they fall into each other, sorrow and all,
Welding attachments into permanence.
Feet that once marked snow alone, now make two,
Trudging hills beyond, discovering a newer bliss.
Love fills the chalice to the brim, and winter freezes so it never spills,
The hauntings of loneliness banished away, as love truest
Brings two together, and together they stay.
The photo is taken from Arnaav Bhavanani’s album: metro.pol : nyc