Consumed Poem by Shruti Goswami

At night,
When under the barn roof,
We made passionate love,
How I wished,
The roof was the night sky,
Lit up by the valley of stars.
And the walls, giving way,
To the wilderness
Of the forest,
A forest fire blazing;
Consumed by passion,
Engulfing all and sundry.
The weary birds,
Unsuspecting, now puzzled,
Finding a route to escape.
The poor fools, unaware,
Love has no escape.
The smouldering touches;
Oh how I wished;
The falling autumn leaves
Covered us like sheets;
And in the dark stillness,
Sound of dewdrops
Played like music to our ears.
The balmy air, caressing the trees;
Soothed our nerves.
As we sank;
Deep slumber descended,
In captivity,
Now born free.