The flaws of words

the letters are coy~

and the words won't suffice...
the languages we speak travel like a

wayfarer with a flint in his hands

... down to the bottom of the sea trying

to decipher the codes, an enigma men

will never comprehend lest they vow and

bow.
our hands are trying to reach out , to

uproot but would everything be in vain

my Love?
if the heart is pure.

no deceit can tarnish, no lies can't

permeate even if it dressed like water

from the sacred sea.
to where i stand now, can you see?
ain't got any but these empty hands...

my empty hands
whose warmth seethes to wrap you
my empty hands whose craving to caress
i am, only me...
flaws all in the nook
its becoming when you look.

ain't got any but this love unfeigned.
it is fire
it is water
it is the earth
it is the wind.

it got its own wrath,a wrath of the sea.
when the wind blows in tempest, men disappears in fear,daunted by the waves.
it got its own hue, the color of the water.
the water when dark- it drowns
it kills, it takes the bane breathe of a
thousand evils.
it got its own heat akin to a flint
it got its own nest- a home
it's in your core.
sweeten not thy lips
lace not my flesh with filthy caresses.
the words won't suffice.
i will only ask you to fortify thy hands.
hold on - the wind is cunning.