A Nameless Shadow Comments

She is a piece of Noorie whom i found in some remote fountain with nonchalent falls jamboree She is sweet as hot, she is spicy as sour, she is icy as cream, She is a glass of prosecco who i drink but am still thirsty She is my aglio e olio of my pennies earned for her pounds... She is my everyday dream of blackberry as i devour her in red lips of her strawberry hoping for her gooseberry giggles She smiles as i watch her from the vicinal bush of mulberry She is still a mystery-like chopped onions closing my eyes I put tomatoes, garlic and ginger to sway her Napolitana and still she would be eluding my Napoleon attempts She is my gelati e sorbetto chocolaty dabbed washed in vanilla, splashed in strawberry, dropped in pulverised pistachio She is as soft as the curvature of swinging pannacotta She is mon amour (french-my love) torti di ricotta her words -shot of espresso in my milk so she dissolves and vanishes and i am left there all alone who lavishes the legs of a lavender counting the calendar when will the day come Yeah my day of judgement When i will be the prophet with white pegasus and moon and crescent driving my chariot answering God's questions That everyone is happy with everything and i am happy with the Noorie i found out proud with her so many No-ssss, her eerie essence and her presence and chemistry still a mystery---so she is sans a name She is nameless and I.......stand all alone speechless hoping London and Leeds to be timeless Eagerness gushing out to be boundless.... Only eyes restless to speak to your mouth.....to find a name or to be nameless A good attempt of a poetess observed here.10/10/10

wow qhat a sweet piece...written with professional way and the idea is meaningful..liked it 10/10