Could it be about a infatuation?

Winds account for the definition of your smile
And color your hair in its dream
In your eyes invades everything in sight
Mesmerizes like reminiscence
The mirrors frame

The Vedas are written but in you
Succumb to the sensual intoxication of the Kamasutra
The plumage on the vast scales
Of the Shesha Naga upon the reclining of Vishnu
On the Ocean of Milk