My Stella _ 29- My Spirit Poem by Prabir Gayen

- - - my Stella - - - 29

Died I over and again for love for thee.
The love is adamant and burns me ceaseless and intricate is the pain.
The pain from backstage of heart incubates thee and thou sleep soundless, secured on the lenitive , emollient petals of my being,
Blossomed with the warmth of thy breath.
Honeyed shower around my bower wafted with chirping of sparrow and dropping of dews.
Coverlet of mighty shadow upon our boozy being.

This night ambrosial and plummy will pass into frothiness, and time will inundate it's mouthful whiff to devour our quiescence.
This pain profound of fullness might weave another world, idiosyncratic effulgence, sheen of our singleness of souls.
The pain soothing and calming will tune an ageless dirge beyond the grasp of time.