Silken…
Like those scented nights,
When my body,
Your lingering fragrance,
Fused as marvellous one;
All sensations,
Brain processes,
Reflexive movements,
Ceased,
Then, to be transformed
Instantly into a solid,
Single unit,
That
Became a thoughtless one,
Under the short, perfumed
Starlit nights,
Presided over by a wandering
Waxing/Waning moon,
Restless and pining,
Like somebody in remembrance mode,
And in mortal pain,
And,
When icy cold winds from Arctic,
Failed to freeze the warmth of
This ad-hoc unity
Of one body and soul;
This strange solid fusion
When earthly dualism gets abolished,
And ethereal love reigns supreme,
Before being corrupted by later cynicism
Caused by cash-nexus:
In Detroit,
Delhi
Istanbul,
Or,
Hamburg;
But it was to occur later,
The scented silvery nights,
And a milky soothing moon,
Peeping in from an open window,
Like a curious child, woken up,
At midnight;
Lovers as one,
The time it was,
Love ruled every revolving atom,
When two hearts beat strong and
In perfect unison,
But
Were heard singing a sweet single note,
Beating loudly,
Raw passion foaming,
Burning red hot inside,
The moans heard clearly...
Across the silent nightly dales
And hills of all the
Known/unknown
Continents
And choppy oceans.
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