That Evening, A Love Poem After Jaydev Shukla Poem by Ravi Kopra

I remember that rainy spring evening
when you sneaked in like a furtive cat
and covered my eyes from behind
with a wave of your hands.

Waves of fresh fragrance of
roses and jasmine rolled from you
to my waiting rough cheeks.

That moment, your breasts
like the scent of unripe fruits,
pressed gently against
my sun burnt back.

The fish flapping her fins
in the unseen waters of the world,
left her presence on my neck.