In the arms of Night…

Wind whispers melodies -

in the clustered ears of wind-chime

to create gentle jingling lullabies.

Stars dangle like shiny lanterns

from the ceiling of midnight sky,

while majestic moon paints

a collage of silvery images

on the canvass of mosaic earth.

 

Coaxing cries

of proud passionate peacocks

mating with peahens in heat and

eerie screeches of cicadas

outside the draped window panes

shatter the night’s silence.

Fireflies buzzing like sparklers,

hover around the dense green shrubs 

of sweet jasmine flowers,

bloomed in abundance.

 

We recline -

on dream-embroidered sheets,

eyes shut in glue-like slumber

bare bodies still warm like ashes of ember

soaked in the scents of our own sweat

locked in an amorous embrace.

Let us die, perhaps tonight

in the arms of this exotic night -

to be reborn as first rays of

the morning sun!

 

 

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