The Power of Black – Poems on Humanity , Social Cause , Poverty , Women Empowerment – Volume 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

52. MINE  NOT  ME

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my creative energies; my perpetual desire to evolve unendingly magical newness; out of inanely shriveled

nothingness,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my rhapsodic fantasies; my indefatigably resurgent brain; culminating into a the most celestial cistern

of uninhibitedly velvety imagination,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my nubile flesh; my every endlessly emaciated strand of hair; standing up in unprecedentedly fervent anticipation;

towards the triumphantly blazing sky,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my sensuously rubicund tongue; my intransigently  unflinching urge to discover the apogees of excitement and unparalleled sensuality,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my intrepidly dancing feet; my timelessly fragrant valley of fearlessly fructifying adventure; at every single

step that I nimbly alighted,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my ravishingly ecstatic belly; my eternally augmenting wishes; of interminably slaving at the footsteps

of inimitably priceless joy,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my silken palms; my inevitably inexplicable tryst with enigmatic destiny; the winds of change that unabashedly

confronted me every unfurling minute,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my uncanny shadow; my tireless drowning into a gorge of untamed enchantment; profoundly embracing the start-studded night as my sole savior,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my poignant lips; my irrevocably undefeated ardor in life; to unshakably coalesce with the winds of lusciously

compassionate belonging,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my philanthropic shoulders; my intrinsically altruistic feelings to ameliorate every fraternity and sect of living kind; from the clutches of hedonistically chauvinistic depravation,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my magnetic ears; my boundlessly intricate ability to discern even the most ethereal ounce of goodness; from  amidst an unlimited corpse of diabolical ghastliness,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my bountifully glistening sweat; my undying zest to romanticize in the aisles of pristine beauty; for an infinite more births of mine,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my jubilantly unconquerable smiles; my ever-pervading spirit to remain forever cheerful; even in the face of

the most goriest of extinction or massacring death,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my flirtatious eyelashes; my tendencies of mystically inborn mischief; which smooched the ultimate crescendo of intimacy as the Sun sank behind the fathomless horizons,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my virgin thighs; my cloudbursts of potent fertility; which erupted into an unassailable forest of ebullient creation; every unleashing instant of destined life,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my humanitarian blood; my uncurbed fires to conquer the ultimate epitomes of truth; undefeatedly unite every caste; creed and tribe on this earth; into the religion of mankind,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my passionate breath; my victoriously emollient desire to royally Live and Let Live; for a countless more

brilliantly enlightening lifetimes,

I wanted a man who could perpetually share my immortal heartbeats; my every signature of Omnipotently true love; on the pricelessly enamoring fabric of

ubiquitous virility,

O! Yes; I’ve always wanted a man O! Omnipresent Lord; who could perpetually share even the most infinitesimal aspect of Mine for centuries immemorial; but definitely not a man who worthlessly shared  Me with a countless more of his tawdrily satanic and sacrilegiously gluttonous  kind