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.
