this poem drips with raw emotion, yet it is controlled.
'i first saw you, trapped in the bosom of a poem
written in sanskrit – archaic in the sense'
I love these opening lines for the feelings of otherworldliness and mystery it evokes. I personally don't think you need 'archaic in the sense'...it seems like an unsure afterthought, and it takes me away a tad. I like the use of the word 'loom' and honestly found your word choice throughout this extremely clever.
You painted an abstract picture here, starting with 'venturing', and the poem suddenly journeys somewhere more visual in the second stanza. The third stanza, I personally feel could be shortened a little, as the repetition of sky I found slightly jarring:
'when the sun bleeds into the sky,
and night has drunk all the colours
on the evening sky – '
should it not be 'drunk all the colours of the evening sky'? You could actually remove the third line, and replace 'the colours' with 'its colours' for the same effect.
Having said my minor minor gripes, I love the ending. An excellent poem!