Beloved poetry …

Heart gets heavy,

Before you come,

I must change again,

Before dawn.
I hear your footsteps,

Heart trembles,

And body becomes weightless.

Something races in my blood,

And my womb expands

In a new air.

Alert, quiet, passionate,

in love

To meet your stream,

to hold gently

the sacred union

of your feminine

and my masculine,

my ferile womb and

your firey seed.
The opposition


in celestial sphere

of our silent lovemaking

in oneness.
I will say no more,


And see the rest,

In my soundless touch,


In the cool fountain

behind my eyes,

And cover your skin,

With red petals of my lips.
No more words

Between us,

When your lips touch mine

I awake new,




Beside my beloved.
© Serena Devi, July 2011