"what sayest thee?"

where doth thy soul reside,
doth it feel mine essence
embracing thine
pulling mind to mind
to dwell on same pillow
prithee for another liftime?
o! Sahib doest i that thou
will be pleased with me
that limbs embrace what soul's
have long begun.
dost thy skin taste mine curl
e'en when uncurled
'n' entwined in destiny's
destined entwine?
thee and i to part, nay.
but what sayest thee?

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
01may04