SACRED FLAME
CHANDRA SHEKHAR DUBEY
A sacred flame bums in my heart;
Your reticent eyes, dishevelled hair
leave question marks
on my face, and in the depths of my heart.
I return stripped, bestial
to suck you to the last drop
or faint naked on your sandy beach,
bathing in sun like a tourist on Goa beach
drunk unconsious by ‘fenni’;
But your touch translates me
and I return to the azure of love
compassion and thought
you are eternal bliss, a cup of joy;
and solace to my mind and heart,
and not pears to be crushed and swallowed.