Confluence

A man enjoys lying on a woman’s breast,

Being held, suckled and even babied.

The man relaxes his iron muscles and thrust

And rejoices being lulled to infantile thirst.

A woman enjoys bearing him upon her bosom,

Holding, beholding and even mothering.

She finds her supremacy over his heroism

And rejoices in her power of stupefying.

The mother power, the woman power,

The vaginal power, her womb and nipple

All suck in by a man during play in bed.

A powerful river flows into the sea.

And it turns powerless in dissolving.

Tranquility emerges in confluence.

09.12.99, Palakkad