Two Furnace Poem by Soumita Sarkar

A soft voice drunken
can capture all imagination
depth of flirting words
invoked a slow intoxication
tree of emotions rooted deep
nourished with mutual consent
two physical boundary asleep
ablaze in flame of passion
to merge in one destination
one corner of night danced
silence was humming a tune
when desire burnt the nerve
the game of touch fume
thread of fear slipped away
closeness became a boon
drops of honey floated
across the silk line soon
turbulent convulse touched
flashing a fire within
arms and lips joined the celebration
in the course of penetration
two furnace in rhythm
when push hard and beat
pulse rise and vocal cords screech
mountains join with the valley
the gaps seemed fulfilled
no air- no break
no word- no breathe
the space was consummate.