♧story♧♧♧♧♧ Poem by Sathya Narayana

She's eloquent and excited
as always.
She starts to tell some story
or recount some incident.
In fact I never heard them at all.
I keep looking at her eyes,
rolling up and down like
two gyrating grapes
under the cover of fluttering butterfly wings.
When she's too juiced up
her nose like a tender lily, jerks up a little.
I mumble 'Cleopatra! '
'What did you say? ' She demands,  
'Nothing, nothing…you continue.' I reply.
She goes on for a while, sips a glass of water and asks,
'Where were we? '
I try to come out of trance and maunder 'Radha! '
'Who's Radha? ' She looks perplexed.
'No, no I mean Bhama, Satyabhama! '
I falter again.
She stops the story, shouts at me
and breaks into tears.
I smile and take her into my arms
and kiss her rosy cheeks
and puffing up lips. She curls and cuddles
in me and mutters,
'You thief, tell me the truth…
you never heard me at all! '