Confluence

I bow before the unlit night That shows me the way to escape; To the melancholy realm of her Raw sensuality hidden in the slope Of her smooth nape; The song of reasoning I undo Unremitting voice scares away the day; The navel dances upon the dale Of her belly as uncouth fingers An unholy tune begins to play; The pennant of purity plunges Into the nauseating hours of growth; Veins seem taut as have been baked Fragrance of musk mingles with jasmine’ Passion is served as a hot broth; Reverberation of breathes clashing Gets submerged under sound of kisses; A rill of love trickles down the crack Washes away the signatures of shame Wishing with every stroke best wishes.