Divine

I have planted
the vine of love in you,
mutely watering it
with my snuffle;
it has matured and overspread
in my own dwelling.
You offered me a cup of deadly
drink with delight.
You have absorbed in my
Reflection of divines
and you became
my Goddess
and I am always
Dormant in your
mind, body and  arms.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI