your touch

Tender touch of fingertips on my chest
Your breath is still burning my neck,
Sweating in my arms are you 
Like gold, washed in morning dew,
I am touching the contours of your body 
Hesitant and greedy, and yet
Two bodies flamed by one desire 
Purified, after burning in relentless fire.

Even with closed eyes I feel, next to me, your limitless expanse 
As if a lush valley wrapped in transparent sunlight 
descending on a barren stretch,
In its bosom lies the eternal calm, 
beside the rivers flowing down like your full arms,
Your hair, cool and fragrant like morning showers
Make a stone breathe with their revitalising powers.

- Pulastya