Treasure Island

Kesav Venkat Easwaran

(June 5th / Palghat- Kerala- India)

A Midsummer Nights Dream

Past that midnight
After the passion fight
Spent he lay.

The shimmering bedroom light
Hid their faces in shades.

She drew him close.
Rested her face on his bare chest;
Whispered: ‘sweet spending’.

He glanced her sideways.
She was smiling; her eyes.

He caressed her wavy locks.
Within silently exclaimed:
'What a spendthrift is this life! '

The covers were gently pulled up.
They now push them into sleep;
Drown them into another dream.

Outside, Time was busy
Pulling down the covers
To dawn out another day
That to culminate into
Its own night…

-Kesav Venkat Easwaran-
20th December 2010

Submitted: Tuesday, December 21, 2010

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  • Ken E Hall (12/21/2010 2:49:00 AM)

    Cleverly romantic easy flow and the bard would be happy thanks for sharing avamerryxmas...regards (Report) Reply

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