Is there some sort of magic @ twilight,  that one lusts for?

At this hour of twilight

If I became the night

Will you be by my side, firing up the stars,

Melting down your fingers,

 Into my naked skin?

Alas, i fear

For, you will hush it up

And, would moan for the moon

On a lunar eclipse night.

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These dusky clouds,

Why do they appear thus?

Reflected once, her innocent face

which I had adorably caressed

At that point in time.

For now, they mirror her dark skin

and her dubious, ill-lighted heart.

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Let us weave love: Don't you guys weave such a story, at times?

These letters tonight

have lost their magic
and, my poems their sheen.
Hey love,
Let's lock our lips
Burn our skin;
From the ashes, let us weave
A story of love making.

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Friction on our skin ignited sparks

Which went ablaze;

Slowly consuming our love

Turning it in a puff of fumes

Casually fading away into memories.

                               

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Stain of Sin:

Betrayal transforms passionate lovemaking into an act of Sin.

Yes, let me reveal
the smudged scar on my skin
Deep, rooted like a tattoo
Purple in color
the so-called love bite.
Once, reflected our passionate love.
Now, it is nothing but a stain of sin
which I am ashamed of.

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Though you accept life as is with a smile, there are those who shed tears for you and cuss your dreadful destiny.

It is so bizarre

That I have nothing on me tonight

But a smile;

Let the sky shed no tears

Though my skin is on pyre

For, this is my destiny.

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© Ajay Pai - 2016