Series#1 To the “man i love”

Series#1  To the “man i love”:

being in-love

is like summer

in wants of rain…

     It is summer and on my way to Taj Mahal via Delhi India, a very short 3 day sojourn, to snap a  glimpse of that historical love story attached to a beautiful, white-marble mausoleum, built by Mughul Emperor Shah Jahan, for his beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal,  on the southern bank of the Yamuna River near Agra, it took 22 years to build, finally completed in 1653.

     During my 24-hour stay-over, i get comfortably seated on the visitor’s lounge, “at last i shall get to mirror the love affair i once had.” It is a faraway flashback; 

i am on my full bloom 38age

i would wear 

a flimsy flowered chiffon blouson 

rugged faded jeans

lol…one hardly notices

i am braless!

He too is 38 age 

a top lawyer and superbly very cosmopolitan

his language speaks gently

classically praised 

but in a common street language

“luv, you look so exotic

like a crowned swan 

without her feathers

a flip of  your arms 

exude  an  intoxicating 

slap of orgiastic spice 

from faraway India

the Taj Mahal!

     love, the polyphony of  delightful pleasures: the giggles, the conversations, the gossips, kisses, dripping chills( gelato, crepe, pezzi duri)such amorous pluralities which are simultaneously aesthetic, psychological, metaphysical, sexual—jumps from a level to another without sensing a slightest hint of guilt, we both love the irregularity of moods.

landscape of love

like a novelty book

always comes 

to an end! 

Now

i image i mirror Taj Mahal, 

my lovely love affair.

__adeline  ( the woman in-love)

for submission to WPC 20 nov 2019

written by: __ade caparas manilah

wednesday 2:56pm 20 november 2019 sydney australia

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