I don't know if it's the monsoons
Or is it the future's clarion call
Has the veil gone thinner
For us to be nearer
Heart and soul roar
Hyetal moist air
Brings back the "stare"
Redolence of frondescence
Fills me up with your essence
Ichorous luminescent dew drop
Hanging off the petiole, plops
Onto my tongue and sprawls
Through my veins and reigns
Like brume in a moraine
Ambrosial nectar stirs
My blood's fibers and embers
A thunderous, enchanted simulation
Triggers our souls' reintegration
Voltaic-magnetic lightening strands
Catapult fervidly into our silhouettes
The Kiss - souls deliquesce, coalesce
Reunion - spiritual and physical !
Consummation of divine-conspiring tryst.