So afraid to touch her

They had been facebook friends for a long time
And for long hours, they used to chat.
She was a feast to the eyes,
A searing emotional tapestry
Woven by warps and wefts magical.

She was the nonchalant nucleus of his poetry
And he was the hallmark of a great lover.
They never met and this never created
Any chagrin or distress, for their hearts
Were in constant unison, day and night.

One day, they decided to meet,
Not in the forest swamp or interlocking jungle,
Not by the lake where ripples
Create the sweet music of love,
Neither on the beach, basking in sunshine
And he applying sun cream on her beautiful breasts
And not even in a restaurant amidst
The play of forks, spoons and plates.

They meet in a hut in the golden corn fields
Where silence reigned with a majestic touch.
He knew that if she is amazing,
She won’t be easy
And if she is easy,
She won’t be amazing.
He never thought how beautiful she was
Until he met her
And when he met her,
He was so afraid to touch her.

pramila khadun