Mirror of beauty
With steady tranquillity
And reflects diversity
Yet sadly shows scarcity
The reflections of illusions
Ripple like music on water
When the colours in white
Write all about the night
Where the eyes behold
Shiny mirrors in gold
Kisses are like crystals
Solidly in wrappers sold
Mysterious like black rose
When red eyes closed
And a peacock's dance
Resembles the moon's prance
Then on such a note misses
The slow slow kisses
Long and longer pauses
Hot like a mercurial fever courses
High on a skyscraper desire
Echoing haunting moans of fire
While searching fingers beckon
Behold with such erotic passion
Like natures own back
All the colours in black
Stood silently still, naked
With trembling hands
The intensity of love
Was the joy and the pain
In separation together north & south
Uttered from the leaning mouth
On the lips of the beloved
There are songs of passion
Awaiting for us to behold
Visions of the unseen, untold…
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