Her pleated skirt
with stripes of black and white
swirling around
Like some floating clouds
And her carefree dance
holding his sight in the first glance
and as she twirled to the accordion’s tune,
captivating him from night to noon
And all the foundered talks
lost in some dark abyss
came surging back
questioning his beliefs
But such was her stance
abstruseness was written
in her every glance
while she swayed to glory
blithe, gyrating
unearthing one surprise at a time
from the chest of her quarry
he remained in oblivion with precipitated eyes
anxious to discover his next vice
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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enjoyed this discovery of vice…In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice. – Marquis de Sade…
Thank you so much for your lovely comment. And I loved the quote. Profound and deep. Thanks for sharing
welcome…your poem’s deep ending reminded me of it…
Unearthing one surprise at a time from chest of her quarry.. Fav line, beautiful every word🌌🌌👌👌👌
Thank you again. I am so glad you connected 🤗
Thank you so much. Much appreciate your lovely comment
welcome…pleasure is the the reader’s..
😇ur too sweet 🤗
🙏😊your welcome
We all have our vices..some hide it and some accept it.
Absolutely. Well said Megha
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