Thursday, September 9, 2010


You entered my dreaming world,
Humming and mixing herbs with fragrant oil.

Then, your lovely hands,
Took my feet,
And on the upturned soles,
You placed the scented paste....

I trust you so,
Giving everything so freely.
Knowing, in my heart,
That even as you lit the fire,
And brought it close, until feet were aflame,

I would not resist,
I would simply watch,
Little desires burn away,

Leaving the taste of ash,
And You,
Only You.

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