She came one day in the eye of river dusk
her dusky shadow prevailing the
green fields and thoughts in the
She danced with the peacocks at the
foot of the fort smiling at me
through the rain
hips swaying
caught in a sudden downpour
of fragrant feelings of
yesteryears.
She danced the violence
of pouring mud and age
cut in vision and time
beckoning a darkening
sky.
She danced and
danced
the marble of an evening
on a silence of a
desire
touching a street
and its secrets
running alone
another time
another place
again.
