Glopowrimo prompt 7 I call you by my name

Glopowrimo prompt 7
I call you by my name

Sleeping with me on this floor
Are two huddled shapes
Goodly bundles of soft flesh
They're like somnolent angels
My tiny fledging sons.

One lifts his little flute like nose
To draw in life breath
I trace his lips, blossoming bliss

The other dreams tranquil butterfly dreams
In Quixotic lands
Caterpillar days of
Oblivion.

He scrunched his tulip nose
Into my tweaking fingers
His cupid bow curving into
Lop sided grin
His eyes wet moons
With visions unseen
I melted,
Liquid laughter within.
 

My very innards are skin tight
Drums
Stretched by a strange love
And my eyes are canvases
Upon which you paint
Fresh horizons.

And my ears?

They don't hear the outside world
Anymore
Pulsating to your
Adamantine heart beats.

I call you by my name
Which will go on
When these senses, mine eyes
My ears, my touch and taste,
My fragrance haunted brain,
My flesh and blood and breath
Are gone.

You're the voice
Of my silenced memoirs
Whistling, whispering
Roving in the sweet winds
Of future.

Sons...
I call you
By my name.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018