Dancer - Contd.

This is a continuation from article - The Dancer

Intoxication had never been so strong,
That it had led him a mile away from path,
The jingle that filled his ears so long,
Had his senses fall to cupid’s wrath.

His eyes wide shut by darkness’ screen,
His tongue incapable for he knew not her name,
Yet the splendor of their amorous sheen,
Led his lips’ venture over to his dame’s.

Time had frozen in their passionate heat,
Their frames caught in an indivisible twain.
Like from daunting peaks, the melted snow sheets,
The robes flowed down from their decorated veins.

His silken palms causing her heart’s moans
Her breaths answering his longing calls,
With directions being their only gowns,
They found in each other, their ecstatic goals.

Strewn beads(from anklets) and flower petals took his dawn,
That stadium of love was a lonely wheat barn. (Hehehe)