And in the Spiritual Sky...

And in the Spiritual Sky, entranced by the music of his golden flute, Radhe leans in devotion towards Krisna, raises her kohl-black eyes, purses her pink lips, and softly kisses a pearl which hangs from his beautiful blue neck. And inside the whiteness, grey marble cracks, and black, liquid eyes appear from dry crumbling white-face. And shoals of blue, green, yellow and red butterflies, with huge black fluttery eye-lids, tug across a raggedy rainbow screen, and gift a fitful flying colours infusion.