Divergent rivers
Beneath a moonlit silver lamp
Divergent rivers meander, camp.
In love alone do they worship..?
At the tidal wave in courtship.
Like the water-flower in its stem
Joyous roused in lustful men.
Milky-flesh is unwittingly, divine.
If still pure in petal, sublime.
A “floral sky “in heaven a waits,
The dingle wooded at the gates.
Where two young lovers ran-amok
With passions, wanton: awestruck.
