LOVER’S BRAILLE

 

His fingers brushed along her cheek,

To trace the lips, they did sneak,

Moved further to seek some peaks,

Her whispers were low and weak,

Flesh became flour in the heat of hands,

Rubbed and kneaded, moment’s demand,

Passions built like dark clouds,

Bodies falling like rains breaching bounds.

Interrogation of fingers turned in to wanton,

Caution abandoned for sensual sensation,

Desire made bodies to surrender,

Powerless against passion’s mighty power.

Without looking at skies, they saw stars,

Martyrs they were in cupid’s war,

In her body he wrote a poem in braille,

To her soul, his letters did sail.

  

©  K.Radhakrishnan