The melodious fluttering
leaves twirling, swaying
wooing petals of the
withered flowers doing
belle on the softer
orchestras of the hollow
winds of majestic
autumns.
Shy veiled sun, playing
hide-seek from behind
the dark clouds, like
a coy bride with a
mischievous gleam,
trying to catch arousing
glances…
A lone bee hovering
on the left-over florets
suckling to the last
drops of heavenly
nectar for which many
virgins slained their
lives…
An ecstasy took over
as if intoxicated of rich
wines from the barrels
of ancient Greek Gods
drowsiness of thousand
opiums seized the
bodies.
My naked body scented
in the aromas of damp
Earth, handsome winter
softly draping me, coiling
me in his strong embraces
a passionate kiss of
morning dew on my
swelled lips,
Parched tongues asking
for more nectar, added
dew bites held tightly
against winter’s chest
sun coming out of veils
revealing its glory, dropping
all shames, layers…
drowsiness of thousand
opiums came upon
upon, pure ecstasy
of sheer release…