Facination

The tattoos, the body and the moonlit shine. Lusting shadows, the winds of change; Busting seams, subdued passions as they soar. Tremors in the voice, the fascination of her moulds. Swaying tides the occults, the mesmerism of her lips. Churning frolics of her wears, the innocence in the eyes. Lost, were these flowing forms on the sands of time; Yellow blossoms the astrophytum in the wilderness. It is the dragon, on your back that woos. The sawan-ki-ghata, that coils to the fore; And the pendent loops, that entice you to him. Free flow like silks are your contours of love. Sparkling gold as whites the dryness, the dews; On highs, like the virgin flower It’s sheen. Touches, from the mascara and the eyebrow shrouds, Entwined lashes daring your mystics your charms. It is he that alights fires in you; Burning are the two, in the clouds and the rain. Though the monster shrinks to the tattooed back, Strong are his bonds as the fountain flows; With the crusts and the troughs like the ocean wide. Silent are the twangs, the sinews of love And you in your deepened harmony; Blossom and bloom to his magical flute.