winding whirlpools...

Once, hard and very much alive
Now sore and crucified…

No longer buzzing like a beehive
In work his hunger is belied…

He seeks a soothing caress
For his stiffened lament…

Seeking an beyond ordinary transgress
Into his world of passion long unspent…

She sashayed into his peaceful world
Captured by the swirl of a powerful trance…

Pent up emotions teasingly unfurled
Eyes bewildered, misted and askance…

Moving in an unspoken unison
Aiming to do break the barriers implausible…

Seeking freedom from the cold floors of prison
No stone unturned amongst cries inaudible…

Moonbeams bathe the silent courtyard
As towards him she moves in a flurry of skirts…

Pitter-patter of silent dreams in the brickyard
Innocence of their cause, their shy smiles reassert…

Courted by the gentle breeze and playful shadows
They smile their way through the initial awkwardness…

Slowly unfold the layers of night’s trousseau
Even as she smiles at the filling up of her voidness…

Time stands still in her long winding tracks
Hypnotized, captured by a winding whirlpool…

Raging fire lured and hardened by walls of wax
Emotions wound slowly around a familiar spool...

They don’t show any interest in capturing time
As she stands beside the window,
Consumed by the calm of the storm.

Tranquility plays her golden harp
A soft note of eternal peace emanates…
And liquid music flows, unchecked…

Released by their earthly bonds
Their spirits stroll into the night…
A bejeweled sky bends her back
Eavesdrops on their conversation
Smothered by the soft kisses of laughter.