Stars in your eyes baffle every image of sun
Razing the rust of male ego to simple dust
Whipping the wallowing beams of desire to rise
And clamber up the ladder of petty shades
Of differences under the boughs,
To blend beautifully with the mist of night's tired lust
When the young jasmines of night burst out
With new vigour in their burgeoning bust;
Every ray in your look burns the bark
Grown over the trunk of ageing trees
Every word in your husky voice
Lets in a Spring with its murmuring breeze;
Let me pass unnoticed across the night woods
When your eyes dabble with the moon
With a desire to change her sulking moods.
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