The Beautified Field

His breath I yearn
His hands, that cold burn
His eyes dissecting my every turn
Locking us in a whirlwind, upturned!


But there is this secret I hide
Kept away on the inside, oh so sly
Jealousy hinging on every try
Keeping you always at my side!


Playing an apt game, to and fro
Hidden pleasure on the beautified field
Bringing all that we ever need, superstitiously freed
Reaching both our inner willed seeds!

© Chriselda Barretto

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s