WILLIAMSJI MAVELI : EVE: Poem: 3

BETWEEN THE EDGES
Between the hours of midnight,
I felt your  love inclined
over my shoulders,
watery as the pure lotus leaf,
Smooth-skinned,
with lips made to bite,
blushing and too warm for white,
And her lips opened
amorously, and said—
And all her lips were
nectar to my lips,
And all her body meadow
to my eyes;
long arms stretched,
fingers emerge like flames,
The trembling flanks,
hair smelling of fragrance,
glittering eyelids expose the soul's desire.
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