Divine Lust

‘Touch me only with kisses’ he said

In middle of a familiar forest;
How I lost my way.
How I lost my self.
On the bed made of mushy green leaves
We made love that only the rain witnessed
Every one desired the one I loved
Between perspires I hid my tears
Tears of jealousy
Yet how beautiful I felt
Yet how heavenly!
For having imprisoned him
Within myself
On the banks of the cold river
We lied in darkness
I hid my doubts
For Yumana could be another Gopi
The breeze that monsoon had a musky fragrance
And the warmth of deep breathes
Only the flute remained silent
But the music still played
The symphony of love
The symphony of divine lust