Let me be the summer breeze
That awakens the very pinpricks
Of your existence,
so that every atom of yours
is joltingly aware,
aware that it breathes
And lives to live
and not just float along.
Let me be the whirlwind
That rips the very pith
Of your being
to a thundering numb
so that you can’t help but
smile, and smile
gloriously
coz the pathways that flow
in you are raging whims
not flimsy desires
but careful and passionate
alley of dreams.
Let me be the sunrise
that revives the very core
of your beating drum
so that each rich beat
is enlivened to a pulsating
slur
so that you know what it is
to be, just be, the murmur
that keeps me moving.
Let me be the whisper
that slips the very well
of your stomach,
and catches your throat
and floats your lungs
and caresses your lips
and tousles your heart
and fingers your neck
and grasps your breath
into an entanglement of everythings
so that you are vibrant
ridiculously vibrant
so joyously alive
that even the air dances
in your presence
roused by the sheer brilliance
of your actuality.
Let me
just
let me be yours.
