Caught in the heat of a hot Spring night
The mirror reflects the shimmer
The slight tremble of the forbidden
The way your flesh was weakened
By that midnight kiss in the cool garden
Laying on a living carpet of green.
It shows your eyes with utter truth
No aberration or hint of disguise
They stare back in interrogation
And for a moment their intimidation
Makes your neck hair stand on end.
The mirror shows their risen follicles
And steals away your mind's attention
Back to Lalji's so desirous lips
And his hands that brought intensity
To that night's temple garden passion
With the floral scent of nearby flowers
Whose stems swayed from your exhalation.
The mirror shows the growing sheen
On the soft and smooth shoulder skin
And though its evaporation is unseen
By your mind so engaged in reconstruction
The mirror sees it all and shows it
If only you could allow your thoughts 
To leave the scene before your culmination
Before he left you laying bare
You fingers descending to where
The font of all creation is alert
And wanting more... in that garden...
In the heat of a hot Spring night.

© Griffonner 2026