Allusion Poem by sam khanal

You face me
eyes moored on me
my fingertips exploring your face
they land on the threshold of your lips
you wont let me in
perhaps you want me to explore more
beyond them

my hand cup your cheeks
they heat with shyness
they become crimsoned
like a mountain by dusk

I fondle your eyebrows
and voyage along their shapes
a beautiful curve sets against your face
like a rainbow against a pale sky

eyes sheltering in your eyes
a strange assylum
beneath I travel
a black ocean.
a dust brown valley I see
they flicker with wetness
they blink with life
as though nile were glistening
and civilization lay beside.

eyelashes brush my fingers.
those feathers of eye
they fly in an inch high sky
those feather covering eyes
like a darkness shrouding the earth

I rest on the plane of your forehead
your nose spreads ahead like celtic hills.
a hazel mole lying on the edge of nose
like a berry on the hill-slope.

Either frame of your hips
sleeping along body's bough
they rest with beauty and peace
like budhhas' of bamiyan
once in a while they sway
and they reborn into russian cursive
lettering beauty of it's own

I admire the densely hair
Each strand of hair same yet different
they own same name but next identity
As though strands were silk
army of silkworm weaving the silk
They end up with ebony tapestry