Sans rituals
slipped the costume
down the mounds,
silk and the zephyr
lit the fire of love
with the vintage wine,
for another night
in the nest of love
she gave in at last
slow slow the visions show
to the depth of your love
amidst the tinkle of music
for eternal breath
in the open skies
Anjali
22-01-2009
Anju, your poem gives me an eternal touch if something comes slow, remians long.But your title is two adjectives, in future you consider it.
hi anjali its superb.... very meaninmgful.....done to perfection....inherently musical and a hint of spirituality.....really liked it cheers an ten
Slow although, she gave in nevertheless under the open skies where the stars and the moon were witnessing the surrender. Lovely again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your recession of love got much kudos...I found...so I escaped and here I found the physical love...And got myself charmed...You are really capable of creating an atmosphere...No Recession..... only extension and expansion of Love, my dear....and u get 10+++....Luv - Brishti...