throbbing garden
of pulsating pomegranates
(to the Muse of muses and her shadows)
”…I have chosen the Indestructible for my refuge…”
-Mirabai
intoxicating
inebriatingly me and you
you and me
me and you sandalwood smoldering
a divine musk
or incandescent sacrament darkly
as love
distilling lovers so singing
writes
improvisationally refraining
upon each verse
compiling wonder into wonderment
time
and timing space and spacing
slithers away
as oroburos so love is ungraspable
distilling into memories
fermenting carnal aspirations into divinity
ours
this ancient stag of stags unstaggeringly
shall be a memoir –
once so always an undying testament
a throbbing garden
of pulsating pomegranates ripening
bursting with colours
staining our boudoir with rainbows
in full bloom
this chevalier suckles your nipples
we are this percival riding that silver unicorn
tat twam asi asi twam tat
Himani B http://tenderheartmusings.wordpress.com/2014/07/24/throbbing-garden/comment-page-1/#comment-6142
chrétien marc valentin
(© 28 juli 2014)
So, so beautiful! Seeing how one poet, Himani B, inspires another, Chretien, is exquisite. To the both of you: thank you. This poem indeed pulsates.
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