Canoodling Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

Canoodling

The first time you came very close
No distance between the bodies
No way to take a dodgy dodge
My Obscene feeling increases.

Tingling, inertness and obscure
The moment I passed passively.
Your drooping figure my pleasure
You made a clutch at me tightly.

What was imagined became real
An unseasonable warm spell
Face to face a massive trial
For telling an eternal tale.

And this tale will be widely read,
Its fragrance will ne'er be erased.

[November 28,2020]