Parody of Love

A beam of passion,
shines through
demure clouds
between your lips,
in a cherry blossom
lusciously tied to spring.
A petrichor of desires
walk down my heart,
resembling the sun blushing
in his golden tuxedo,
when the moon smiles
on a crescent night.
The aura of your touch
owned by insatiable wanderlust,
reaches the periphery
of my eyelashes;
in a blink
it is at the centre
of my being,
making love to me
in the mystic gravity.
A thunder is heard,
lust laughs hysterically
on its throne,
all moments undone,
a paradox lives to surprise.

©songbriti