Something he wishes her to say,
something she wishes him to do.
Oh!a wish for a wish that would be no word
Fingers move languorously weaving a plot,
eyes follow the trail fingers blaze in
to find themselves at dead end,seems
a curtain-raiser for an encounter
She rises and reaches forth her hand to him,
his lips rekindles fire on her fragrant fingers
her heart accentuates trembling a lyre with his,
Serpentine desire rises from lips, glided to feet,
Passion-stung bodies shudder with delight!”
A different rendition that I liked…..
under a mild warm light
nudged, coiled and uncoiled.
between our fingers
peeled, rippled and cascaded.
on our clammy skins
shimmered, tripped and fell.
Alone and aware.
Winged reptile.Trembling.Sad eyed,
naked shoulders ran back across the
swampy lands of desire.
I shuddered awake
thus,We encounter strangers in our journeys.We remain fragile.They remain cold.We are so small between the stars and against the sky. We look so lost among the crowds. I am glad to see your face. And I try to catch your eye. But you look distant!