My Rishi

The flames lick,
Longing pricks
Tenterhooks of love.

But they burn too deep.

Smile, look, the mind’s fertile touch.
But to grasp, to reach is everything
To the devil within that teases
With a smile, a flick, a glance
A touch, electrifying.

But I yearn too deep.

Something Sri Lankan at core
That laugh delicate
And a passing breath, caught mid-air
By desire to take root.

Should I presume that much?

Imagined moments hiding
What cannot, what must not.

A tender caress of air then
And the faint scent lingers.

But I love too much.