Crescent Moon Poem by Vinod Sehgal

Our love thrusts skywards,

It weathers us into a rounded landscape,

We look at each other,

And it gives us a spectacular white appearance.

A network of aura glistens the velvet darkness of unfathomed love.

Our sheet is still white,

But the unimaginable force grinds us,

The immense pressures collide,

And the sheet goes craggy.

Your lunatic aura unites two shades,

And becomes one color.

Imaginative quest fails my reason,

Open field of love becomes a Black Hole,

And it sucks us deep, deep into it.

Unaware of time and blind by love,

Away from foolish wisdom,

'Me' or 'You' becomes meaningless,

We remain united.

Black Hole reads our silence,

And smells our fragrance,

The scent of love swoons the Black Hole,

His grip weakens,

And we come out.

All New!

Love starts in the Full Moon,

Orgasm continues,

Till it becomes a beautiful Crescent Moon!

Look at the Crescent Moon.