? and the Hall of Love

Rising with morning's call,
I look beyond the bounded wall.

Daylight has opened its stall,
the dew-washed earth
the beady pearls hanging on
blades of green
face of the earth
bathed in hue
chirpy notes
ring-tone-tune
wake up, wake up, lively souls
drink the air
strong and fresh
sit no more on your starting-board.

Within the four brick walls,
painted in pastel blue
fragrance of love
fills the room
freshness of love
caught in the tide
of your strong grip
a full-circle made of
semi-circle twine of
shapely fingers clutch.
Lip layered on lip
Breath caught with breath
Eyeballs transfixed.

The stream of sunlight
Sings the note:
Leave the fragrance of love
come back after sun-down
to drown in your own
Hall of Love.