Two Poems

WAVES OF HIDDEN bliss

dear Asha, are what hold

me in this perpetual dalliance.

Every part of me was made

to be touched by you, as if

you are my own eternal soul.

THERE IS NO such thing

as motion, dear Asha,

just a billion strung together

snapshots of your hands on me.

Tempting, rewarding, teasing, testing,

sending me to a place uncharted

where I fall more into your world.