Let me tell her ruefully

[osho]

For there is no secret between us
I am fully exposed to her
She has seen and touched every sinew of me
Though my mind is yet to be fully discovered
She reigned over my body
Now I am writing history
Yet the mind still sinks in her bosom
The tongues has not forgotten the taste
My loneliness has inched me closer and closer
I swing to poetry
But reminiscences take shape in writing
Now she no more stand before me
But my dreams have no fringe
And she keeps on kissing me
The lips seem wet in my wakeful state

[free]

Very honest and sincere poem. It is obvious that the verses come straight from your deepest emotions.

"Now I am writing history"

It sounds maestroso. As if you have made a proper distance to become the master of this destiny which you would rather have escaped from.

Beautiful. :)