I feel it shifting 
The air around me 
It hums a new dirge 
In the rustle of the trees

It wafts through copses
Of almond and neem 
Fraught with scent-memories 
Right out of my dreams 

The Earth wears a glimmer
Like it’s pulled out taut
Resplendent, kinetic 
Like a tiger just caught 

I feel her eyes bore
Deep into my soul 
Flecked with vermilion
Full of phantoms and ghouls 

I feel her hot breast 
As she holds me close 
Pulsing, convulsing 
Her lifeblood in throes 

I hear it sometimes 
Her seized-seismic sigh 
It thrums in my head
Like death’s lullaby