Insanity

I savor your nudity As the drops of rain beat The arched green of raw Grass rising and prostrating At the edge of the path strewn With pebbles collected from The banks of swollen river Where once you dared to shed Your shyness and lifted the feet Onto the soft beam of the moon; As the dark hairs caress your hips You fall deeper into the gorge Of love, passion and raw lust And bite the black spot under my Earlobe like a witch-possessed; I smear your feet with the mud Where you stood like a goddess And let the seeds fall unchecked To be sprouted when the season Would be ripe and call us to Collect the pebbles by the banks @Tiku 14/06/2015