MAY FLOWERS: DAY - 3 BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Like flowers of May,

I just set my thoughts of love

at your altar; at your pure feet,

before it fades away;

My heart beckons to you,

with an expression of grief,

to be held, and with yours,

it does so melt down to earth.

Once I am blending towards

your .body, soul, mind;

In its ecstasy we thrash,

rising on tidal waves of lust;

as our rain clouds of inner desires,

burst, showering;

one another in our pure,

sacred, eternal love;

Your body becomes mine;

a temple, where I lay myself;

On my fingertips, you dare to dance;

sing and pass on.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI