A Date With You - Poem by Sathya Narayana
You ask me: what I expect
Well! It is just a ‘date'.
While the abetting inky night
is writing down a tasteful menu,
in candle light just you and I,
Looking into each other's eyes;
our faces glowing in mild halos
amidst an expectant darkness
and screeching envious crickets.
Staring at each other as if
raring to bare our thoughts;
starting with hors d'oeuvre,
wine, up to a sweet dessert
allowing it to mature late
slowly, slyly, but surely
dissolving the inhibiting clout
fettering us for too long
to cut the ice
cuing coquettish passes,
forcing the gluttonous hearts break open
replete with unspelled passions
by those titillating slashes
from great Eros's stiletto
to spill out our secret wants
and chase out the dozing dark horse.
And, it all for now I thought! !
Leave the remnant witching hours
To the great Cupid's verdict
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