Kumarshambhavam

Himal Khadka

Beads of sweat
merged
trickle down all the way
from her temple to her cheek
besides her full lips that
out-red the rose

to her slender neck

through the deep valley of
her breast
packed to each other so,
even a shoot of lotus could not fit into

and

the other labyrinthine dimples of her body

wetting the vellus hair which reached the navel and beyond

to inside her navel

Slightly long and vertical and deep

Just opposite
the buttocks, so lovely!

up her thighs;
that resembled the Banana trunks,
rested on the radiating pink toes
beneath the small and silky calves,

Shiva’s tongue
licks off the sweat
from inside her navel

Uma
quivers and moans

creating vivid imagery in the mind;

at midnight
in a snoring gurukul,

of a Batuk
still awake
on a shaking cot
swimming through
the whirlwind of own breaths.