An Afternoon in Khajhuraho

She smacks my face; “your last breadth you near had
you drank the blazen flower lust has made you mad”
It’s the kings wife, “save ours your soul, find Apsara intox you must
avoid the blaze turn gods to dust”

I see my nymph and watch as one two three lovers to stone they turn
I watch her approach, before she joins she has two bottles to drink from
one for her and, one poison blazen for mortal burn
I see my opportunity, switch the bottles before she has some

As a fourth lovers falls she beckons over a fifth
their unholy communion never sees me
bottles I swap my hands are swift
As five succumbs to stone, I offer myself to her for free

As before she drinks and I drink, but blazen her, she is under my spell
intoxication lust drugs, I carry her to Sardula altar high
indulge he must, with lust attacks, but scent he smell
the nymph and the lion, collapse the walls, dust carves the sky

The spell’s broken, people release, my mind is free
the King chats all, to me, the Queen, the shadowed teen
“for you” to me “in life only one Queen should be
from Darkness into light she will be seen

The answers inside – love will shine a light on one person”
as the sun began to rise, and over the hills she came
a beauty walk towards but her face hides shadow from the sun
the perfect mortal bod; do I know her what is her name

But just as her face is about to be revealed another stands in her way
“wake up” it’s the teen, I am back in Khajur today
“new guest you meet sir” I look, “my god are you the king and queen”
“excuse me sir” is their reply, never a stranger look have I seen

Content, Content, Content, Content, Content, I glimpsed my life Queen