Desire
Somewhere, someplace the rhythms fall.
In unison, you glide over the sandy dunes.
Each step lashing sands in bewitching mobility.
You move like fiction erasing your earlier treads;
Expanding with the beats of sound pulse to pulse.
Floating hair, cascading torrents of swirling pools
Engulfing your eyes, your body and charms in mystery,
And you churn yourself in shallow fits of rage.
The fire’s may crackle, now and again to your dance;
But the moon reflects, and sparkles the desert scene.
Some electra in your eyes, dazzling black.
Moment to moment, you swing to the beats.
The maestro plays, Sarangie’s yearn
Rhyme and chime; at each quake of the strings.
With each push or pull, the thirsting wand sings
Your beauty, your grace; as you flutter to its call.
He is the wild, the raw, the unbroken mare
He jumps, he jolts to the paralysing trance
Shoulder to shoulder eye to eye, he moves;
Chewing his urges, his fancies and his moans.
It is the natraja in you that boldly performs.
With the arms and the legs, and the sights you spin.
And he buckles and he runs, with each lap or lash
A worshipper paying tributes, to you
Your feet, your beauty and the erotics in you.
But you, in your rapid thrusts with the occults.
Awaken coherence in the forces of assaults;
Like quirks of energia discharging at his core.
And he smitten by the Scorpion’s sting.
Simmers and burns; under those hypnotic spells.
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