love that counts..!!!

boquets flowers
picnics spas
gifts wrapped
golden silver
with ribbon pink
flooded over
till i sink
is not what i want..
not that you cannot or must not
but the things that really count...
are your palms clasping mine warm
your hands wrapping my shoulders cold and damp
its the little words
called sweet nothings
caring gestures
unfathomable love
undescribable smile
that glint
that glimpse
that meets my eye
that counts...
hearts that speak
the language with no words
feelings..they are just feelings that have to be felt....
wordless silent
they melt ....
they are what that counts
not boquets flowers
picnics spas
gifts wrapped golden silver
with ribbon pink
all flooded over..
till i sink...sink..sink..!!!

ecstasy?

a yellow orange ball of fire
stacked arranged by the vendor
whoever saw such a lovely hue?
its tinted a reddish yellow..
bringing with it
radiance respite hope
is it a morsel?
or many grains of gold?
this delicious morsel tickels my very soul..
sweet swooning ecstasy....
oh have on me some mercy..!
is it the tender coconut....?
that delectable fruit?..
quenching my parched throats if i choose...
is it drawn from the sugar canes?
or the apricot which i adore?
is it the strawberry with cream?
or the roasted almonds dipped in honey?
is it the sacred pear of Tours?..
or the green sugared fig coarse?
is it the wine red plum or the muscat grape?
strange that as i say soo
the stacked sight vanishes before i know...
an ecstasy
an illusion
a mirage amidst the sand dunes
or just a reflection?
of something tingling from deep within?