Captive

Cage me to a point where I get immune to myself
I don't need a camouflage of your bodily paradigm
but, the pinions of your soul to recollect myself for a while
just to devoid myself of everything, be it you or be it me.
Embrace me as a cool breeze;
snuff the scorching hate out of me.
Just be my medium so I can peek through the
small pores of disdain and fool myself once again.
I don't want you to conceal me inside the membrane of your shadow.
I just want you to permit me to silhouette against your soul.
It’s a promise that I won't enter the zones where the
radiant sparks of my inner demons walk
wearing a supercilious attire.
I'll limit myself to the finitude of your body,
won't approach your shroud of self-hood.
But, will you please allow me to peer
at the infra-canopy of yours?
I won't reveal the secrets of you,
The secrets of me which have entwined you
under their arms.
Those secrets which you just didn't share
to justify 'us' in our privy shell.
Ah! Reveal them for once.
I want them to be believed, to be clutched by me.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
Share your 'you(s)' with me and cuddle my 'me(s)'
so that we both can delve ourselves in the
candescent dungeons of our secrets;
Lets hypnotize the blind folds and warm the drizzles of the rain.
Lets blink the sun so it'll not eclipse,
and illuminate the lunar so it'll never reach doom.
Lets replenish the cavities of joys with dews of sensuality.
Lets change the world so our connections will be murmurs
But, first assure me that 'we' will always accompany me.
This 'we' can out pass all the ferocious waves
and gulp up the throbs of heart.
This 'we' is so potent but still, you say that we're impotent.
Stop being so futile, be my ductile.
Let me up thrust you in an ocean of my love
where solitude meets togetherness
and profanity nulls out the dirt of interrogation, reaching spirituality.
Be my divine, my sweetheart, my sunshine.
Make me hold you
and captivate your entity in a lullaby of my arms.
I'm stretching my arms to lock you softly
and reach the immensities of our love.
Comforts of coitus are being enveloped.
Now, lets encapsulate!

-- Fizza Abbas