Confluence Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I bow before the unlit night
That shows me the way to escape;
To the melancholy realm of her
Raw sensuality hidden in the slope
Of her smooth nape;

The song of reasoning I undo
Unremitting voice scares away the day;
The navel dances upon the dale
Of her belly as uncouth fingers
An unholy tune begins to play;

The pennant of purity plunges
Into the nauseating hours of growth;
Veins seem taut as have been baked
Fragrance of musk mingles with jasmine’
Passion is served as a hot broth;

Reverberation of breathes clashing
Gets submerged under sound of kisses;
A rill of love trickles down the crack
Washes away the signatures of shame
Wishing with every stroke best wishes.