She writes,

tip-toeing
upon skin
and breath

two mystics
one summer moon
by chance
met

by the shore
inside a cave

woven by
the silken silence
of a distant
moonlit wave

tip-toeing
upon skin
and breath

two mystics
one summer moon
by chance
met

covering
uncovering tenderness
with a
feverish blue
breath

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He responds,

* Softly illumined from within

She ponders her own beauty,

Slowly, ever so slowly consumed

To the throes of intense pleasure

Way beyond the grasp of mind.

Every cell in the body

A swooning accomplice

To her swelling passion.

Grown beyond the confines

Of the limiting cocoon,

She bursts forth into the blazing light

Her moist body, a bird of paradise.

 

 

*Poem by Kaarthikeyan Kirubhakaran