It is usual, for all humans alike
To be frightened by a gaze as red as ruby
Piercing in your soul
Taking claim of all your Secrets.

Words, and Secrets.

Is it miraculous now, that I seek
To feel that same gaze upon me
Find the red of love in them,
The little black iris reflecting my petite form.

Me, in his gaze.

His green body is like Rama
And how I wonder, both had lost their throne!
Both lost their love, both had a tragic ending on earth
But they had risen above this mortal realm to become Gods
Of Love and Death.

They go hand-in-hand.

His chin asks me to cup his face
Stroke his dark beard painted in golden strokes
His eyes bore deep into mine, asking if I love him
How mischievous of the All-knowing deity!

His black curls fall over his shoulders
Moist in the rain of fertility
My red lips yearn to feel their tickling nature
And my eyes drink the love in his gaze.

Those red eyes and green shine have won me
A woman who never really cared to see the green
Must now embrace the God of Death
Bathing in Nature's bounty.

I must embrace the man who descended down
His Ishvarā and Priestess I am.

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Queen_of_life_Heba this was inspired from your poems 💘💘💘