(for "the Boy", the midwife of my death)
Beauty stalks the Lover
Beckoning into death
Sensate seduction
The Mirror
“Look at me!”
“Taste Me”
“Consume Me”
"Become Me"
Dissolve into disorientation
Ouroboros of Eros
Arising from Chaos
Primordial beat of the Death March
Beauty holds the pulsation
Her sword, the conductor’s baton
Objectless desire
Die here
Again

Rumi?
Posted by: Atourina | January 04, 2012 at 08:26 PM
No, Nisha Bhairavi ;)
Posted by: nita | January 04, 2012 at 11:38 PM
Hello Nita - my name is Prem - I am from South Africa - I have just discovered your writings - what a blessing they are - thank you - I am having the pleasure of reading your writings from 2008 and they fill me with joy.
Posted by: Prem Moodaley | January 08, 2012 at 08:51 PM
Prem, I am so pleased that you enjoy the writing. Thank you so much for reading and may the joy be ever expanding!
Posted by: nita | January 13, 2012 at 09:55 PM