The Daring Ones Poem by Debasish Datta

The lazy lick of patent poverty
was to them a thing of small import
They quite forgot its sting of misery
delirious in their own private sport

He sprayed her with the fine mist of the sea
lit by countless diamonds from the sun
She ran to him arms high in memory
of deep lovemaking chased by childlike fun

They loved to lie so close in yellow sand
their hearts awash in wild and wistful waves
until the ocean grew too large for land
and coaxed them in to visit her cosy caves

Still today when I put out an ear
and for a moment still the swirling greed
over the sea I think I faintly hear
lambent laughter ride a champion steed