Without inhibition

When two make love,
The night loses its colour,
The time, its relevance,
The self, its distinction
And the space, its paucity.
Sweats taste sweet, and
Odour turns lavender.
Identity is dissolved
Shame is mortgaged.
Each one pleases and gets pleased.
Each one purrs and gets purred.
Each one yields and gets in return.
That place and that time
Give them the very heaven,
Where they float
With out any inhibition.
29.12.2007