Sunburns on the Kalahari
He paints her gently in shades of black and grey.
Leaving his love tattoos
They change every second, as she makes her moves.
Long to short to longer ones, angles change,
Shades change, as he tunes to her changing groove.
He is an incessant lover, she in incessant motion,
The tango of love, there is no end to the greatest love show
He whispered to me once,
almost with a tear in his thousands Centigrade eye,
There was a time when romance was more erotic,
She had the will to choose what to reveal,
There was a lot more space,
For us to kiss our tattoos and make haste.
Today she is very nude, a different kind of a muse,
On her large bosom,
Our endless love,
Leaves sunburns alas no tattoos.
Hardik Vaidya's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Sunburns on the Kalahari by Hardik Vaidya )
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Henry David Thoreau
(12 July 1817 – 6 May 1862)
Poem of the Day
- Not necessarily, hasmukh amathalal
- I embrace my pen, gajanan mishra
- Loveless Love, Paul Hartal
- But vicinty, hasmukh amathalal
- Past Writing, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- Still Small Voice, Leong Ming Loong
- Gap and divide, hasmukh amathalal
- Love Is Hard, Is It Poetry
- Mulugkhw..., Swrji Basumatary
- Being Entertained By Nature, RoseAnn V. Shawiak