The reflections in illusions <br />like music in water <br />when the colours in white <br />write about the night <br />where the eyes behold <br />mirrors in gold <br />kisses like crystals <br />in wrappers sold <br />like in maya <br />when red eyes closed <br />a peacock's dance <br />the moon's prance <br /> <br />On such a note <br />the slow slow kisses <br />long and longer pauses <br />mercurial fever <br />skyscraper desire <br />haunting moans <br />searching fingers <br />behold such passion <br />like natures own <br />the colours in black <br />stood naked <br />with trembling hands <br /> <br />The intensity of love <br />was the pain <br />in separation together <br />that leaning mouth <br />on the lips of the beloved <br />there are songs of passion <br />for us to behold <br />of the unseen<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-reflections-in-illusions/
