Analysis of Parul,Parul,Parul Let There Be Light

the sun is sunny;the moon is bright
the ailing son cries deep in the night
a saucerful of secrets the sinners sigh
the virgins bleed under the doubting,daunting
lights
my love Parul is so pictorial and prized
I in her go to meet,mate,melt,mix love
multiply
she bit me twice and thrice in the euphoria
of love divine,orgasmic lights
I bit her lovingly twice
once by the moonlight
twice by the tide
she's my cow-girl
I am her kite
without her I cannot sleep or shine
the sun is sunny;the moon is bright
the psalms of life and death effuse out of
our dewey melting thighs
Parul,Parul,Parul let there be light