All Insecurities

When we unite 

To schmooze 

With each other's 

Stark naked soul, 

Welkin bends in 

To buss 

The contour of the land 

To quench the thirst 

Of many births.

Love gasps 

For bliss 

At each cusp of breaths 

And 

All insecurities of life 

Find themselves at stake.