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
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