Will I See You Again?
It was over one year ago
we made love in the hills.
The retreat in the rain and so,
we took our walks and meals,
in the mists and the farm tracks.
We took our breaks
from Yoga and mind meds.
We left the rest
spoke with the trees,
nature, plants and bees.
We crept away from the host,
followed the scent and the breeze
until at your insist
on the kiss,
that led to the bliss
of the forest glade.
When you took me below,
on the grass you laid
to ride me in prana
under your spell
of the tantra,
Our love brought out
the flora and fauna
formed our arch
our wedding march.
I left your country
a few months I thought,
then when ready
to return,
the world got burned
by the vicious disease.
We’re still apart,
so cruel on the hearts.
When will we make love again?
When will we resume and affirm?
The love that still burns,
the desire that hurts
I miss you so much
My babe in the woods.
