Intercourse Poem by Prabir Gayen

-Intercourse-

With all the colours that thou ow'st,
Cometh to my being sterile by being alone.
Pourest on this faded heart the rain of love unconditional,
And revive this arid pond to saturation.
The moon that shines through foggy cloud can't hide thy love,
Nor do I suppress my vergin delight.
Upon the field unploughed by time,
Will I make a candestine footing to make thee mine.
Soul upon soul following the urge of Substance.
Corporal harmony with pain of unity will take us to mutual intercourse.
On eyeslids pale will exude dreamy fragrance of nothingness.
Life is a foamy pain untold and unheard by mind.
Upon the leaves it glitters,
In the mind it fetters,
Life is a deep womb unfathomable by conception.
Inside the aura of mystic bond unusual in kind,
we wilt make a dreary domicile,
With no light to shine and no air to blow upon our Lit-up souls.
A deep sensation wilt hush up the pain of being in separation,
Wilt cover the unknown pulsation
That brings forth restlessness without root.
The rootless Immensity wilt writ our charged body into unified whole.
The wholeness wilt stem from wholeness and wholeness wilt be our whatness.