Snapshots slide over my curtains
Face to body to toes
Face again and smirk...
Searching them wildly
a painter in costume sits musing
clicks a button and a relation starts
out of hot fumes of coffee in hand.
Obvious words paint the chatroom
Image gets fixed in mind...
Easily fixed as a nut to words
Words flowing out of lips get stuck
in heart, too silly to pull them off
thin-skinned to pat them.
Stranger brings in a strange eve,
claptrap flares in senses
without a word being penned
still we clutch like falling roots from banyan
and soil beneath,
hanging long and whirling in air
to touch in nights without eyes.
A friend? admirer? Lover?
She is just a new arrival,
Playing in my mind, fusing
music of pebbles, clatter of birds
in an eve hung on my walls
to decipher mysteries of life and fondness.
Smile and peace are enough reasons to be hers
In this eve without birds, without stars.