In the moonlight
your hooked tongue
snakelike in a mandala song
soaking myriads of paths
in my mind and yours
sweat dropping tamarisk
laden with humid rain
the open tentacles of desire
in a diadem……..

the sigh, the pain, the crimson
merged
in a mantra and a concerto
then the winds in schisms
of pain and pleasure

raptorial candles tried pilfering
remnants of moments
that failed
to move with felt time.








23/7/2008