Monday, 4 November 2013


Shimmering drops of red tantalized the parched soul
All it sought was a touch, a touch of agonizing ecstasy
The wine seeped so deep, intoxication gave way to salvation
Secrets got unveiled, those shrouded for infinite centuries
A priestess of love under the enchantment of opium
Held the calamus, wrote the words, words love spoke.
The parchment, its caramel tenderness, marked by red ink
Embraced the quill as it wrote about the priestess' passion,
Her soul's chant of pleasure, worldly as well as divine.
They opened the portals of creation, as inebriated souls merged
And glistening with tears the portals of the inner sanctum closed.

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