A Flaming Fusion...in the deep of their red hot core & syzygium frames (with Trouble_Loves_Me)

 
 
 
 
She said under snapping Moon bones  
“I wish to die in your arms”  
Burn sleeps in saddest sacrificial pyres,  
She said in orgasmic Ganges water thrusts  
“Strip me; lay me down on the lushest of grass”  
 
Shiva awaits in the astringent love-making  
fruition…  
 
awoken from eon’s formless silence of deep  
syzygium slumbers, His seeded beady eyes  
with deeply cut hills & valleys of bluish midnights  
roll out as the burst multitudes of versified altitudes  
in touching ascendance, the Peak he trances now  
in his snowy abode, his Pleistoceneic façade  
of sketched glacial cliffs & fused in darkness  
mirrors over sterling rivers... pooling in  
to cleanse his broadened feet’s  calming deity  
aching towards danced vibrations, the Tandava..  
in vigorous rung bells of Love’s death & birth …  
 
He in search of the quantum light of Her..  
 
The dying sun of His Rudra hues are the longing west    
as it twists in immense needy kneads in his Wales skies  
an angst amber tinge of his eyes sprawled in fiery passion  
 
cottony cumulus heaped dreamy layered are the churning  
inner gyrations of yearned visions..in their now fused skies  
of cutting lightning fluorescence over his roaring shores…  
 
 
 
he sings in soft whispers all through this forever night & day  
pouring into her convoluting conch ears in an echoing crisis…  
 
“in delicious seclusion we sit on edge of the universe cliff, reaching for Sirius, with hands  
 clenched together, fingers weaving thru' your hair, alighting your senses in tune with  
 electricity of the seamless sky...  
 
this night ...in hues of blues n black... your pitch black kohl eyes in search of my scents and  
 skin and soul...clashes fuses and emerges anew  
 
runs deep and refined this night’s unmatched tributaries ...each of its serially birthed beat  
in the nuclear blasts of drummed resonance digs until the torn core in a hymned symphony  
of endless encore.... pronouncing syllables of your sacred name in deep-etched scripts...  
annealing them in a seamless newness amidst pained bleeds and skeletal remains of the  
fossilized past ...here births our fullness ...a solidified bloodmoon in the dawning ... a  
clarified love in the conception.  
 
…sipping the lips & tasting to your core ..as our breaths hotten in an exploding liquescence  
 from our abrasing intimacy in bled harmony, our intense  trysts…morning evening or  
whatever the faraway & lagging spacetime may portray us in so rigidity of definitions..  
 
the misty morning dew still as damp as your lips, waiting to kiss your mouth until  
you surrender to my tender touch…”  
 
 
 
"As the street lights following us to harbour  
Where we no longer sail alone.  
Stars’ dust to fall on shoulders of night  
As softest snow on my window  
To coat sight in white blindness  
Only you can umanimously  
Release silk binds which stab my eyes.  
 
One step to you I shy away  
It all lies in the anticipation  
Two years in the making, the taking  
Third step and your legs are open  
Wider than the Indian ocean  
In Himalayan ripples  
My thirsted tongue swims for pearls.  
 
Mother Father I must whisper this:  
I have been someone else all my life  
Let the salt taste caught in her breath  
Kiss your cheeks until soil claims you  
And make me whole again."