Palolem affair

The gathering night clutches
the folds of her robe
as she looks out into the moonless dark…

an impregnable roar echoes
the anguish,
the solitude of the sea

*

Solitary queen
In the high castle
she craves distraction

there is a practiced calm about him

Sometimes
a passive aggressive grunt
slips out
and breaks into
froth

we sit and watch
them whisper

the sea
seasoned conquistador
charming raconteur
brings backs stories

and explodes into
sudden thundering guffaws

*

night blushes

coy, impressionable,

smitten by
his dark, mysterious,
vaguely majestic
airs

her eyes
sparkling, wondrous

*

we sit there
and sip our drinks

unsure where
to look

 

 

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About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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