Generous lover

The subtle intense sweetness lovers created and forgot

Found a sweet medium

One winked at the other as the medium ( breath) paused

Who longed more?

Between the universe and the priestess

Him?

There’s never been nor will be a more generous lover, she thought

Whether one sowed the seeds late or planted a tree or forgot

He made sure those eyes had seen blossoming

Constantly serenading you with bird calls

Effortless he makes it look

The breath that it gifts

He lets you work out your own grit

It grounds you and shelter

When no one else does

Like that stranger handing you a warm blanket on a cold night

Universe changes wardrobes for the priestess

He reinvents itself for one glimpse up

Universe dances when she cherishes

The autumn feast of colours

His dusk and dawns

He brings on the newest edition of leaves 

No lover’s arm are as stretched as wide as it’s

He send her numbers, shapes, trinkets, birds, rain for love letters

Fervently Passionate and eternally patient-

Universe is both

It waiting for the priestess to work out her patterns

The disappointments, the struggles and the doubts fed into her system are still hard to lose

But faith and grace holds firm the kindred

Love allow space

Universe stays out of drama

But so close enough that you can run a hand when you need them

Every breath romancing the conscious

When all has gone to worst of your imagination

He never leaves and just play catch and release

And as you open the pathway to a deeper breath

Suddenly pattern fade

situations falls away

All it takes is for lovers to embrace

The dust around their feet turn desert to tropical garden

All prosper, all blooms,

All lit up, all twinkles

In a dazzling play, she- the bubble is yet to realise

That she in essence belongs to the sky

He wants to lose himself in her

This tale of two generous lovers

Where love is still in small packets

because the bubble is still scared to

Become the sky

But

Dissolving is imminent

So now

The universe and the priestess prays

The they can love the other more than they have received

Or at least

cherished the gift that the other laboured for

A breath with gratitude is their embrace

An exhale of letting of all, she has to shed

Patiently, our generous lover awaits

The final shedding

&

The final embrace

-Poet Rupika Moitra