From the morning to the evening
Fresh young hearts were set to burning
With desire; pain and sadness yet to know.
He my lover first to waken
Mind and body, my heart taken,
Then set to match, see how the embers glow.
My hand he takes and places
On his chest, and then our faces
Close, as lips lock in a kiss that blurs the mind.
At my touch his breathing, faster
In my ear he sings, the master
Of my fate; his hands rove my self to please and bind.
I feel his heart beating loudly
‘neath my hand; his manhood proudly
Juts between us, as he presses closer still.
And I open myself to him
As a goddess, conflagrating
And we burn together in the lust we feel.
I am Kali, he is Shiva
We lay waste to worlds together
Our passion is destruction and rebirth.
From the little death we both rise
Resurrected to our new life
Ever true and real, for all our days on earth.
His deep voice it whispers ‘always’,
Words a promise of the new days,
Then he left me. And I wept since trust was torn.
Twenty years we sought in sorrow
Loved another, but tomorrow
Brings the promise of a steadfast love reborn.
Yet the fires they are raging
Tied to others, our souls waging
Private battles if to stay or if to go.
From the evening to the morning
Broken hearts, they still are burning
In the flame of love we lit so long ago.
