Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Ensnared In Mysticism
Ensnared by the possibility,
of being sucked in by sensual rain
I shall not forget the taste of you
in fast flooding waves.
I ache in longing to crash into you,
give myself up to you again and again,
till we mingle, limp body parts,
legs dangling comfortably,
in a mysticism that spent us both.