In a Hotel Room

The ghats,grey serpents in green thickets cool and moist, dampens restless midgets There ,in a hotel ,in the lushness of the tropic's crown are trees mighty tall with neat flights of stairs hanging down. stood perched on trees, a cabin each of uneven logs with wooden planks hand-polished to parqueted floors A large cypress cot,an inviting bed ,the sensuous Umrao-Jaan on canvas overhead, glowing in hues from a crystal pan white porcelain figures, lovers dancing on mantle;love lounges, windows open to wild flora , a few ripe mangoes hanging in bunches On the rails ruddy jasmine vines flaunt little white stars antique bamboo lanterns at the door , happy to be ajar warm aroma from oils of wild-herb toiletries exude wanting a trickle on the heated hearts' pursuit cute candles whispers roses and jasmine in the air nothing more, the imp of the mind feasts on love in the air. on the small balcony , the cool breeze of the underwoods caress In this tree-house,bask in nature...at its best to soothe five senses.