It could be imprinted on fingers like these –
emotions demolished the way to appease,
and demigods – touches, as kisses - abyss,
start missing all points with chances to tease.

Just sliding and drifting full-blinded nonstop,
just making the wings of sensation’s flip-flop.
And trembling all over - awake butterfly,
set free without knowing the catch of an eye.

While traveling further forget about sin,
since minds’ power – horseless and pining – has twin.
When bodies bring rains out of skin as of clouds,
the felt-jungle's blooming and ready about

for motions - get slipper as well as outposts,
big waives, blooded tensely, triumphs - reaching coasts.
While mind-sets are blinking, as lighthouse in storm,
the outways are found and soul – to be born.

25 November, 2008