It is dusk
Not yet dark
Like the north sky
Stars are preparing
For the evening conference
She will walk along with her love
At anytime for their rendezvous
With a red rose in one hand
The other hand will remain free
Although the evening is special
Also for the stars
As they are gearing up
For the heated debate
The lovers have no idea
About these developments
They are so composed
In their secrecy
Eyes remain locked
Desires are dancing
With mutual understanding
They are so familiar with
Yet the debate
Continues without
Any conclusion
About love and desire
She is now glowing hot
The vowels start humming
Pages of histories-
Unfolding secret stories
It grows darker
Stars are now very agitated
She starts to unfold her alphabets
The primordial Womb
Will take over soon