My Selfie

Before the dawn ripens, My beloved wakes up. By her side I’m still roused In the bemused dream. The fragrance of her hairs Itched my placid nostril. The cool breath of the morn Unruffled the gist of my body The thin seam of my skin Sore by depth of the night. Breathed into life again. The luscious lips of bygone day Kissed the juicy lips of the day The imagery of my poetry Blush her lips in velvety glow. Out of the window Of my room of passion The sunbird whistles. The tree with ripe fruits Plunges to the earth Dispersing the fine words Of my poetry scribbled. In the terrace between In and out of the moment, Me and my beloved Rest on the day to come, In the flashes of sun Just out of the East I snap a selfie – my selfie. *