Feelings,
She floats
From the north of the border.
Mermaid scent of garden pearls
Drifting on the wind of chameleon shawls.
She is what she is.
Good,
Bad,
All the presence
And the sense.

Power,
He comes
From the south.
Iron will of bold thunder
And bewitched by her charm,
He surrenders.
So,with his breath he creates clouds
Of mist around them.
Now them alone on a boat
They make love.









Copyright 2006 Roshan Tulachan