Like flowers of May, I just set my thoughts of love
at your altar; at your pure feet, before it fades away;
My heart beckons to you, with an expression of grief,
to be held, and with yours, it does so melt down to earth.
Once I am blending towards your .body, soul, mind;
In its ecstasy we thrash, rising on tidal waves of lust;
as our rain clouds of inner desires, burst, showering;
one another in our pure, sacred, eternal love;
Your body becomes mine; a temple, where I lay myself;
On my fingertips, you dare to dance; sing and pass on.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI