I, for you

I throb

Drenching in veneration

Like skin on drum

Beats that play for you

 

I dance

Drowning in love

Like melody from His flute

Tears enough to bathe you

 

I cry

Burning in passion

Like an ant in wilderness

Yearning to merge with you

 

I laugh

Soaking in ecstasy

Like sugar in warm milk

I become, to serve you

 

Sounds

Blood river sway in my veins

A trek to the heart

Drunk, swaying and singing.

Towards lap of the heart.

I am hollow.

My ears only greet music

Birds chirp beneath my skin

The cells in my feet heed to it.

If you were sound, you’d be flute and drum.

Or that of the gushing sea.

And if your sounds crumbled into ash,

I’d smear it on my ephemeral body.