the contours of the moss embellished hillock
remind me of surmounted mammories
and the curves of the river
are reminscent of abdomen and waist
magnificently erect sal trees
sway like desire stirring in a groin
tender leaves glistening with dew
tremble like delicate toes in the aftermath
the baked summer evening earth burns
like fire of a arousing passion
star-studded bride of a night cools mortal souls
as do dying post-coital flames
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