Sunday, September 18, 2011

Dreaming of Shiva


The love in his eyes
Awaken my desire

Golden light snaking
Across my skin
Perfumed fingertips
Trace every valley

My body dances
In rhythm to his drum

The sound of my heart
In harmony
With the taut violin
Every caress plucks a string
Offering every
Sweet sound, every sigh
To the Divine Fiddler.

He who carved my instrument
He who wrote the score
Honey fills the cavity
Of my chest
Heart set alight

Winged doves
Release through my body

The thrill of their feathers
My bare soul

Wave upon wave
Ripple upon ripple
Finding their way
To the heavens above

Soaring through the sky
Diving down to scoop up again
And again

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