Mystic veils

 

Beneath the veil,
where shadows softly fall,
our breaths become one incense,
rising to an unseen call.

The weariness of day falls distant;
with each silver bracelet slipped by you,
your nearness gathers, tightening in,
until all protest leaves my chest.

With playful, knowing wit,
your fingers trace their track—
a script of silent verses
written on my waiting back.

My body learns the rhythm
of your sighs,
and every pause is a prayer
beneath the altar of your eyes.

Moonlight, like a dervish,
whirls along your thighs,
and time forgets its duty
in the hush of our replies.

Each gasp, a burning syllable
in our nocturnal cries,
two sparks in sacred orbit
in the temple of our eyes.

This fusion, bright and fragile,
both fevered and refined,
is more than flesh in motion--
it is healing of the mind.

In your embrace I loosen
what I’d sealed in ancient shame;
old wounds are burned to ashes
when you whisper out my name.

Revealed, I cannot hide,
yet feel more deeply whole;
I taste the sweet surrender
that annihilates the soul.

For in this yielding silence
I, the seeker, disappear;
only Love remains, unbounded,
and the Beloved drawing near.

In every touch, a promise
breathes, still unconfined;
with every lingering kiss,
the border thins—your soul and mine.

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© Sreedhari Desai