It is time to return
My dear,
And bring back to me
Those quiet, moist eyes
In whose velvet depths,
One late summer evening,
I had witnessed the birth of Love.
Bring back to me
The silken touch of slender fingers,
That raised a storm in my soul
As they lingeringly caressed
My face and neck and breast.
Bring back
That soft warm breath
From your lips
As they moved and left
Fiery, fluorescent imprints
Upon my eyes, my skin, my core.
Bring back to me
The sharpness of the winter cold,
Against which
You hid your face in my bosom
And forgot it there.
The low black monsoon skies
That brought my restive lover to me,
The wild storm outside
And the wilder one within,
The flowers we picked on our walks
That left their colours on my hands
And fragrance on your skin,
The mist from the mountains
That you brought to fill my hair
But left in my eyes instead.
The sting of love
That brought tears and smiles
And I did not know
Which of them would stay.
Bring them all back to me.
Return to me,
Knock again on my door.
Do not venture too far away
My love,
You may lose the way to my soul.