Love rosary
O my rosary of love
Buds of roses bud to become roses pink purple
Offering pleasure’s pleasant parts
Fully-fledged-fun
Like Venus, Helen, Cleopatra loading their love-pitchers with the
petals of their love-cultured-cups
Love rosary
Love rosary
Let us make love
Never be apart
Never be shut
Open up, open up, o please open up
Let me dip and dive and swim in thy rippling rushing river of love
I’m forever thirsty for thy immortal love’s aperture
Thy seasonal field of harvest-come
Comely chrysanthemum
Dancing daisy dreaming in sun
Delightful daffodil fulfilling love
King’s harem
Queen’s love-balm
Sultana’s sultanate
Cherry tree ripe and firm, their fragrant blossoms moon-bathed, sun-
burnt
Tenderly touched by the tender breeze of the spring and autumn
O my rosary of love
Your lips like lily
Eyes celestial
Smile made of stars
Hair silky satin comforting inviting calm
Hip curvaceous
Chin cut in emerald
The rain of monsoon satiate thy lust; extinguishing thy flame of love
by falling softly on thy soft subtle skin of sparkling dust
Love rosary, love rosary
Birth death life love
Ever repetitious cycle cycling in excess dearth, sowing the seeds of
happiness and sadness in the same seed of sin and sun
Shoals of seagulls soar high and higher up above the bay blue water
Above the blue blow
Below the blue flow
Blowing and flowing the live flora and fauna fold unfold the loving
lovers’ love-liquid of diamond and gold deep inside the fathomless
forests where the blue-belly-winged-butterflies float, and the
fireflies with mild organic glow render the fine forest seemingly to
be more sanctified, solemn, bold, bare and beautiful
O my love rosary do not let the nuns run their faith-famished fingers
run and re-run on you anymore
A tune unheard and forlorn comes out in sudden emotion natural and
unbound out of the reeds of the flute that the simple and modest cow-
boy plays as he herds his cows and mules
While the summer dusk silently seeps through the blades of grass and
the sleepy busy leaves of the chain of the tall palm and coconut, and
the ageless ancient banyan tree that stand forever lonely, separated
and sequestered to be remembered to be un-remembered
The last ray of the twilight announces to the homebound cattle and
hound to haste and hurry before the darkness settle her deep dark down
upon the pathways of the mortal ground
Love rosary, love rosary
Count, recount the beads of prayer-thirsty-pleasure glistening upon
the wedded-brides’ wedding-gowns that art soon to be the victims of
the broken and unbroken vows!
O my love rosary pray no more
Play and pleasure thyself as much as you could
For after death you’re to be imprisoned to be praying evermore
