Bridal glints of coyly smiling twin stars
in the blurred twilight sensual skies ,
Sudden arousing elevation of adjacent reddened
blushing mounds, beautified with dimpled craters ,
And why those ever-ceremonious chanting rows
of ivory tusks in unquenched killer instincts ?
Or may be an overloaded implicit basic instinct?
Hardly imprinting their chiseled etchings
of ‘his’ embedded notoriety hide and seeks
over those tenderly moistened anthurium
spathy curls of pompous lip-petals, fuller yet famished….
And yes! Stars too shyly nod to a deeply
sucking in quickened yet prolonged, cemented
blink of a pleasure closure…bite fully relished!