The Glistening Skin of
Love: Sleeveless and Shivering
I
met her in the Firm.
She
came out of the smoky kitchen, sweating.
There
was thunder in the background
And
white sheets of lightning.
The
band was playing like only greats can, driving music, rocking
And
on the stove a red-hot steak was burning.
I
held her close, there was no need for central heating.
Everything
was being shaken loose, our passion heralding.
When
I kissed her, the storm started breaking.
Rain
fell like tears, hard, the window glass bejewelling.
I
kissed her like there was no tomorrow's morn soon to be breaking.
For
both of us. It was steamy, and heart-jerking.
Our
skin was on fire, radioactive, midnight moon-lighting.
I
never knew love could hit so strong, the earth; quaking.
We
did not want the band to stop the gutsy blues they were playing.
We
wanted the volcano to keep on, the lava, erupting.
Since
then we have never looked back. This love is not flat-lining
Or
plateauing. It is the lost that has been found.
It
is blue whales singing and from their blowholes spouting.
It
will last to the end of its term.
(c)
KOSHY A.V, 2015
Read
Dr. Koshy’s Interview… http://ginamc.blogspot.com/2013/01/dr-av-koshy.html
Ndezhda
by Dr. Koshy… http://ginamc.blogspot.com/2013/12/n-d-e-z-h-d-a.html
The
Significant Anthology… http://ginamc.blogspot.com/2015/10/the-significant-anthology.html
2 comments:
Thanks Gina and epsecially for the three links too!
Beautiful :)
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