You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 5 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

38. I WANTED TO IMMORTALLY RESIDE 

I didn’t want a place in your ostentatiously embellished fabric; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your violently throbbing heart instead,

I didn’t want a place in your voluptuously lingering mascara; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your mesmerizing eye instead,

I didn’t want a place in the pompous vermilion coated on your forehead; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your ingenious brain instead,

I didn’t want a place in your sleazily glittering nail polish; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the center of your palm instead,

I didn’t want a place in the delectably fluffs of shampoo overflowing seductively from your scalp; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your tantalizingly black

and ravishing hair instead,

I didn’t want a place in the resplendent chain encapsulating your belly; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the cushioned interiors of your robust stomach instead,

I didn’t want a place in the golden glasses of wine which were kept on your mantelpiece; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the stupendously fragrant

sweat which oozed down your arms instead,

I didn’t want a place in  your alluringly deceptive lipstick; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your lusciously pink lips instead,

I didn’t want a place in your slender network of boundlessly huge veins; I infact wanted to reside in the crimson streams of your blood instead,

I didn’t want a place in the smoke that engulfed you at all times of the day; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your ardently passionate breath instead,

I didn’t want a place in your exorbitantly costly designer shoe; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your celestial feet instead,

I didn’t want a place in your opalescent pair of vanity earrings; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your daintily dangling ears instead,

I didn’t want a place in the armory of diamonds which incessantly glowed on your petite fingers; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your tightly clasped and fervent fists instead,

I didn’t want a place in the voice that floated from your persona for a few seconds and then disappeared into obsolete oblivion; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your incredulously rosy tongue instead,

I didn’t want a place in the shimmering chain of silver enveloping your elongated neck; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the profoundly mystically valley of your throat instead,

I didn’t want a place in the grandiloquently jewel studded watch camouflaging your wrists; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the pulse that indefatigably palpitated beneath your sparkling skin instead,

I didn’t want a place in the astoundingly appetizing granules of food you consumed several times in a single day; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your immaculately scintillating teeth instead,

I didn’t want a place in the spuriously spongy car seat in which you sat; I infact wanted to immortally reside in the most volatile of your fantasy; the most

fabulously titillating of your dreams instead,

And I didn’t want a place in every person whom you encountered on the streets in your struggle for existence each day and night; I infact wanted to immortally reside in your euphorically palpable life instead .