In This Spring, In That Spring Poem by Reza Raza

Strange game by coloring-
The noisy herds of elephants
Watercolor painting of the echoed and lustful sticks is falling
Emitted heat waved all around in ether-
The tail of a red kite flickers the fire of my heart
The quicksand pulls the bait of the slit between the silver thighs.

In the gust of wind, the body folds in desired navel lagoon-
The complex circuit, generated intense heat
The body falls under the illusion of the body
Acute to subacute flow-
All cold, static in the end—
Whipping water-splashes, scattered leaves fly.