She took him to the once lost paradise and poured in all love that was once lost, and rest all were phenomenal.

          A Deep Gasp of Breath

Her eyes weren't shining embers

Her breasts weren't supple plums

Her lips weren't apple red

Her hairs weren't black wires

Her cheeks weren't coral white

Her fingers weren't sharp strings 

to play any wild music, but still she

took him to the once lost paradise and poured in all love that was once lost.

The light from the goddess of divinity

blessed her again, and he had a garland 

in his hand to tie her, and her love too.

Rituals, ceremonies, all pomp and drum

kept her voice subtle but hard to be heard outside the paradise of hell,

where she danced and sang

to the music of her man and it was 

For a deep gasp of breath.

© Parvathy Ramachandran