A personal poem about love and sexual desire
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
I was in a nearby store last evening
And saw wildflower seeds
It touched a spark of interest in me
And today, it struck me that it is all
About wildflowers and unbridled passion;
Many summers ago, when my son and I were in Ottawa,
Preserving the marital bond between my husband and I,
I had a few clandestine trysts
And one of them was with a much older gentleman
Who had "sucked me down there" until I came to
A glorious completion of a sexual orgasm
Which was quite simply voltaic in nature;
After I got over my guilt
I did see him and we met for a coffee and snack
And after a month, I let him make love to me
It was a beautiful union but the much anticipated sexual act
Did not lead me to the heights of ecstasy;
Feeling really shy at a predatory instinct for he removed a ‘wad' of condoms
And quelling my momentary instinct to grab his butt
I made coffee but the gentleman did not want it
All of a sudden, I felt tearful
And told him to get me wildflowers plucked from the garden
And leave it outside the apartment if I was not in
But he never did and I didn't actually give it much thought until now;
I shall plant these wildflower seeds in the garden
And as they flower out
So will my love and sexual longing
And I shall taste the fruit of passion of both everlasting love
And romantically driven clandestine trysts
The latter with a career oriented goal to achieve fame and fortune
And the former with an underlying wish for love and domestic tranquility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem