A Pearl

In your lip-bowl,
I poured a drop
of  red wine,
mystically
you  sipped it;
later it became
a poem of  lust !

In your eye-whirl,
I dropped a tear
of deep grief,
mystically
you liked it;
later it became
a pearl of love !

On your breast-wings
I touched mildly
once for all,
mystically
you took off:
later that became
a mole of pain !

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI