The Ebb

The EBB

Oh eyes so sensuous, miraculous and your depth creates the magic 

my mind is lost in you and  my sanity  has no logic

In your  valley between the  hills ,only I can feel the heaves,

  the warmth and scent of thousand jasmines

when the milky moons covered by crescent -string-cloudy-white

they  arouse in me sensational delight

the  snake in my mouth pines to commit a virtue if not sin

if moons are not adored they will not feel fine

let loose the string of burden and let the moon rise

my eyes will get back the vision and wisdom as prize

And your lips quiver to lock mine

take me o queen

Away;
 into the milky way.