Lusting Over Lilies

By Rounak Giri

Under Luna I sit and slumber,

Chasing the waters crawling under the light,

Waters that bathe in sensuality

Waters that soil with disgust

Becoming an endless churning of vivid black.

She stands in the artistic skin before me,

She’s bathed in the iridescent blue,

Drab grey blooms to white at her touch,

While her lips spawn pleasure when they move

Radiating bliss upon my barren life.

She’s the glow of the dark,

Hiding away but never too far

Her voice makes the dark grow lull,

So the nights bear light and are dark no more

So her temples are smeared with the watery azure.

Brown-Flary-Deep vast eyes,

Eyes so serene, eyes so tranquil,

The way her dress creases upon her skin, its art,

Gaze upon a gaze is a lustful torment,

While one glance ricocheting off mine feels healing.

Shall I place her before a Lily?

Or shall I place her upon a Rose?

Sensuality and spirituality both reign alike,

Her presence is an eternal symphony.

I can’t write her anymore,

I shall paint her vivacity under my skin,

My skin where our night sleeps deep,

My skin where her aura frantically etched.

Now I sit in wild anticipation,

With her residing inside me,

As the Lily, upon the Rose,

Canonised and embedded in fervour’s cosmic code.

By Rounak Giri