He had a taste for her; his
desire caught fire.
He was mad for her echo; his
fire grew violent.
He elicited her nod; his fire
went ablaze.
He found her moving out; his
fire remained intense.
His grip is loosening; his
fire is flickering.
Time may split them apart; his
fire will be soaked.
Then he will smear that ash
with air and pride,
Till he himself becomes ash
on the pyre.
21.11.99, Palakkad
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