Eruptions of Love

In the mountains, high up in the grasslands

Where mist swirls; where every blade of grass

Is wet with dew –

Tread softly, for you are trampling upon beads of love.

Love erupts slowly, the moist soil swells –

As you watch, it surges, drips

Drop by drop.  Press your face onto the soil -

On your nose, your lips, your tongue

Love spreads into your blood.

Love erupts at the tips of your fingers, my love!

Caress my face, touch my lips!

Run your fingers over my ravaged face

Over my ageing skin; perhaps it will glow again

At your touch!

Love spurts, my dear, red beads of blood

As you tear into me in ecstasy!

Love, Love, as you hold me in your arms,

Flares fly high; I am blinded by the light!

Love flows only from your fingertips –

Touch me when you love –

And – before you leave, for ever…

****** Balachandran V, Trivandrum 03.11.2015