Sandal Wood

Sweet smell of burning

sandal wood

fills the air,

overtakes my mind,

leads it into other spheres.

The day is dying,

the night just breing born,

as I decide what signs

I should wear.

The incense sweetly seducing my senses,

my thoughts go astray.

I take in the sensations

one by one

enjoying how they linger,

how they make me feel awake.

Touches unspoken of on pale skin,

wind carrying the smell of burning,

heartbeat, faster, faster,

as the night grows on me.

Calling the names,

bizarre dances in the shadows,

the chanting, the ecstasy -

I am ready.

First published here.