Diamond droplets descend
from the delirious dome
that revels in pompous pageantry,
celestial drums beat in joy,
the music of ecstasy,
and a lightning bolt
flashes out in a streak,
quickly, like a mischievous wink.
Below, her eager soul receives
the long-awaited gift
in silence, like a shy sylph.
A fragrance emanates
from her wet skin
that wafts with the wind,
expressing to her mate
a humble feeling of gratitude.
© Vidya Venkat (2006)
Published by Writer’s Workshop, Kolkata
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