Shining threads

Shining threads

Sunday, 11 December 2011

A poetic massage

She gives poetic massages -
tongue flickering
across the contours of his lithe body.

Enlivened by literary darts,
sent forth from her lips,
to caress his receptive skin
and penetrate deep into his cellular structure,
hitting the subatomic target called

'erotic mystery'

that no scientist has discovered
outside the bedroom
and their own instinctual field.

Their meeting,
between the pages of a grand narrative,
author(s) unknown,
and partly penned by themselves,
embodies all the qualities of their deepest yearnings,
that their conscious minds were miserably unable to map out.

Only poetry,
only the transfiguring of language,
the lifting of the ordinary,
to a sacralised space,
can satisfy the primal joy-urge
of humanity's being.

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