The Kin-Aesthetic Chorus Poem by Subrata Ray

Come in my dream , hey empress,
As a fresh damasked of the prime spring.
Or as a violent eagle spreading your wings.
Fall on me like thunderbolt, and carry me aloft,
To make me the prey to your amorous bed.
And be the blacksmith to burn and quench,
Twist, and remould my passions with,
All the blind fury of your wild wrench.

Make me spent-up swimmer in your blue river,
And drag me to dip beyond the recesses of your cover.
Lead the libido’s vehicle to stir the gaining scream,
As if the approaching wheel of ecstasy is heralding.
Oblivious by the omnivorous as two corpses beside,
Immediately after the rubbing -juice –ride.