That Glint

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that glint

reading his letters

a key to her present

as her nails chart the words

in a single stroke of love

somewhere in the sea

she knows, he must be visioning

them in galactic pleasure

together, in moonlit embraces

when eyes kiss nectar

on sultry rose petals

the player of her dreams

gifting her moments

"attach them to the beads

and keep them safe

yes, those promises"

scratch, scratch

her pen on paper

blotting what is left unsaid

thoughts confine to meandering syllables

"It isn't raining yet"

"We are short of grain"

"Laxmi wants a new doll"

"Bholu came first in class"

"When are you returning?"

"Missing you"

"A lot"

"I went to the doctor, today"

"Come soon fast"

"You are going to become a father"

through the open window

the wind laughs naughtily

teasing her

or was it him

caressing her half open tresses

that smell of mahogany

and the cool ocean breeze

oh, but why this malice

the wind, once playful

now changes its course

in utter disdain

and a pungent hatred

it rains, and monstrous thunders approach

the waves flying high

engulfing the level

once, an assurance

now, tasting salt

and miserable death

the ship

a prey to this phase

of lives lost

never to be regained

and she waits

for his letters

"ah, he would be thrilled"

she knows

alas

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• Sunday Whirl,
• dVerse - Open Link Night,
• Imaginary Garden - Avant Edge.