Keep For Me The Luscious Lips Poem by Saurabh Som

Not yet girl, not yet
We're still miles apart
Once upon a mountain time
Starting from the start
We've come too far
to turn our back
minutes or years
time track

not yet, girl
not just now
someday for sure
and somehow
I'll feel the marks of your
body, on my body all o'er
the most loving wound of all
like a leaf in winter fall
the mark of you fervent kiss
the micro-second long bliss
it's a wound
That i wont let heal
It's mine forever
Mine to feel

Your hand over my heart
That's the way it was
Right from the start
And it felt so right
It ignites every night

And yet you are so far
Wish... a shooting star
Not yet girl
Time's slow
Minutes brood as they flow

But my love
Do wait for me
By the river.... under the tree
keep for me the luscious lips