Lover's song

The closer the buddha gets, the better.
It's better to stand here;
It's noon in your house,
It was late afternoon on the verandah.
The wind blows the curtain in the middle
At the leisure of flowers like Oli,
The intoxication of fragrant dilute
Plays on the edge of possibility.
But I look back,
Year on the calendar,
Two insignificant shalikhs dance ---
And far from the chest.
Listen to the far side of your chest,
There's a drunken stranger
Blood clots rage ---
That is the happiness, my happiness.

There will be more talk,
Keep my eyes peeled,
Millions of flames burn like dreams
Unusual, frozen Khajuraho.
Quiet two-armed campaign
In the vast forest of embrace,
Your glowing commando on the lips
Overflowing with electric kisses.

But I am fascinated
The window behind you is open
Sky, stars, on the horizon ---
And hear the swing of eternity.
I heard the sway of the abyss
Where inanimate --- blind, unwilling ---
Obliged to create you ---
That is why my chest is full.