Sans rituals
slipped the costume
down the mounds,
silk and the zephyr
lit the fire of love
with the vintage wine,
for another night
in the nest of love

she gave in at last
slow slow the visions show
to the depth of your love
amidst the tinkle of music
for eternal breath
in the open skies

Anjali
22-01-2009

ANJALI SINHA

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