The reflections in illusions
like music in water
when the colours in white
write about the night
where the eyes behold
mirrors in gold
kisses like crystals
in wrappers sold
like in maya
when red eyes closed
a peacock's dance
the moon's prance
On such a note
the slow slow kisses
long and longer pauses
mercurial fever
skyscraper desire
haunting moans
searching fingers
behold such passion
like natures own
the colours in black
stood naked
with trembling hands
The intensity of love
was the pain
in separation together
that leaning mouth
on the lips of the beloved
there are songs of passion
for us to behold
of the unseen
Reshma Ramesh
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