Shakti; the clash of
lightning, shining through the soul
Let people take away
from me food and air
But if you are taken
away
I start to die
Your lips my
weakness
They shoot sunrays
into my heart
And your hips put to
shame
The Pacific Popcorn Flower,
Your eyes and the
moon are twins
Your eyes magnetise
than Jupiter’s magnetosphere
Like the hurricane
You destroy all
beauties in your sight
What are rubies
before you?
The clothing of a
street beggar
The longest distance
between us
Is the sound of our
breath!
We are two hearts;
Glued with the honey
Invade me with your
lips
Stab me with your
tongue
Pierce me with your
fingers
And let my rod
penetrate
The garden between
your legs;
Leaving each other
Wanting more of
every second,
And remain imprisoned
until
Our stars lead us
home
