Focal Point

This beautiful world  Oh, my bones it rattle  My heart, alas!  It rends with precision   Scything through the riotous throb   A tumult of orgasmic elation  A surge of cheerful contentment  As the sun drenches the verdant hills, Domes looming in the vicinity and the curved horizon,   With the mellow bars of its unerring rays  The thin leaves of the piny trees glittering in the day  As the conspicuous red flowers of the Nandi Flame singe the eyes   But with grace, pleasantly mild  The light filtering between the leaves and branches  To the maculated and dewy undergrowth   Crawling with earthworms and red ants  To the flowers on the briers and bougavillea shrub  Mottled with the elegant glide of the butterfly  As the weaver and the swallow sing  A harmonised melody from the heavy crown of the fig  And on my skin the warmth dances  Like a tender caress  Soft and loving  Kind and courteous  To my happily trembling bones   My cankered bases restored  My eyes glow and grow   At the pulchritu