You and I have kissed
for ten thousand years
but these elusive lips
keep melting away, longing for softer
pouted mirrors of their burning.
Now it is time for 'you' and 'I'
to melt away
into a kiss of diamond
that never vanishes,
beauty upon beauty.
This is the press of Radha's mouth
in the silence between two breaths.
Here, even the flute is forgotten,
Krishna's blush, the color of sky.