What I was unconquerably sure about

[nikhilparekh]

What tomorrow would bring for me in its exhilaratingly
blissful winds; I didn’t care; nor did have even the
tiniest of longing to know,
But what I was unconquerably sure about was that; each
ingredient of my emaciated eye ardently wanted to
witness your divinely silhouette this very moment;
without the slightest of hindrance in between and the
recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its graciously
bountiful lap; I didn’t care; nor did have even the
most diminutive of longing to know,
But what I was unassailably sure about was that; each
droplet of my trembling blood fervently wanted to
blend with your philanthropica lly handsome goodness
this very moment; without the slightest of impediments
in between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its ingratiatingly
inexplicable horizons; I didn’t care; nor did have
even the most parsimonious of longing to know,
But what I was unfathomably sure about was that; each
line of my impoverished palm insatiably wanted to
entwine with your majestically unfurling life this
very moment; without the slightest of darkness in
between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its royally
resplendent swirl; I didn’t care; nor did have even
the most mercurial of longing to know,
But what I was invincibly sure about was that; each
cracked contour of my lips triumphantly wanted to
intermingle with your sensuously iridescent senses
this very moment; without the slightest of morass in
between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its enigmatically
philandering breath; I didn’t care; nor did have even
the most remote longing to know,
But what I was boundlessly sure about was that; each
vein of my abysmally faltering legs zanily wanted to
coalesce with your benevolently humanitarian stride
this very moment; without the slightest of duress in
between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its celestially
vibrant fabric; I didn’t care; nor did have even the
most oblivious longing to know,
But what I was indefatigably sure about was that; each
chord of my preposterously scorched throat
tumultuously wanted to slaver your Samaritan sweetness
this very moment; without the slightest of treachery
in between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its vividly
coruscated dawn; I didn’t care; nor did have even the
most cloistered of longing to know,
But what I was impregnably sure about was that; each
miserably bereaved bone of mine unrelentingly wanted
the compassionate caress of your magical palms this
very moment; without the slightest of embroilment in
between and the recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its spell
bindingly enamoring resplendence; I didn’t care; nor
did have even the most insipid of longing to know,
But what I was limitlessly sure about was that; each
sordidly estranged pore of my flesh perennially wanted
to bond with your rhapsodic melody this very moment;
without the slightest of bedlam in between and the
recital of NO….

What tomorrow would bring for me in its enchantingly
fragrant corridor; I didn’t care; nor did have even
the most infidel of longing to know,
But what I was fathomlessly sure about was that; each
devastatingly diminishing breath of mine perpetually
wanted to entwine with your altruistically fearless
life this very moment; without the slightest of
inhibition in between and the recital of NO….

And what tomorrow would bring for me in its redolently
euphoric wave; I didn’t care; nor did have even the
most ephemeral of longing to know,
But what I was supremely sure about was that; each
beat of my gratuitously feckless heart immortally
wanted to entrench with your love this very moment;
without the slightest of hesitation in between and the
recital of NO….


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