The Physical Dance Poem by Monami Moyitro

Oh my god!
The dawn at last!
After the darker night
of flying lust.
The ray of sun light
with its puritan beams
over our nudity
feeling not so proud
as it should be!
Touching our skin
in vain
looking for the love
underneath?

But our peculiar night
uncomfortable
may be for others,
like most moments
of present doesn't suit us.
Your kisses pounding
in between,
my lips searching yours!
May sleep well in history
one day!
Till our organic dancing night will always remain.
And stay.


The obscure night of ours
in the midst of voices out
of the religios books!
May be fruitless
in my womb!
Never stupid as it looks.