Soft waters rising,
From the heat
Of her dangling breast
She is an ancient lore,
Sung as if in vain.
The dews are diamonds,
Of her sinewy eyes
Was our conquest of love?
Made for each other’s origin,
Like the origin of an ocean.
Oh goddess, my naked inundations,
Fires my sprinkling blood
The spell of necromancy
Your eyes have occult powers,
Of an oceanic siren.
I can ne’er find,
A Hermione beauty
Beauty that can cause
Instant death,
Can your kiss kill me?
Sidharth P K
India