Kamasutra Poetry Series 2 - Flickering Candles Of Bliss Poem by john tiong chunghoo

chinese wedding
two red candles
stand tall and straight
on an altar of bliss

flicker, flicker
to esctacy

flicker, flicker
to the wishes of
the ancestors and gods

flicker, flicker
to the shadows
of lithe torsos
lively as the candles' flames

burning with an air
of subdued,
charmed secrecy

at exclusive zone of bliss

the newly married
so young
they could burn
the whole town down
with their fiery libido

scratches, tears and tear
are part of the heavenly sport
the only one drawn up
by god for man
guaranteed to make
the world go round

game played in twosome
savoured with delight
excitements, and pleasure
the exploration of hidden horizons
that propel sighs, mourns
and explosions

the physiques intertwine
so tightly as Nirvana dawns
in some spilling seconds
prove that they need not be
a hindrance to paradise

a foretaste of all orgiasmic games
waiting in His other world

the whole night
the next door maid, sleepless
experiences thunder and storm

next day is spent
straightening waves
in the bedspread,
blanket covers and pillows
the aftermath of a hurricane

the young wife
in colourful loose frock
moves around a butterfly
and lifts her lips to smile -
throwing light to her wedding night
like flickering candles