Intricacies

Intricacies I wanted her hands To cross with mine On the pavements Reclined under the shadow That the beam of golden light Oozing out of the lamp posts Dotted among the row of trees Cast upon So that she could listen The tender twigs Whispering into The dumb ears of night The song of silence Thronged parkways with butterflies And newly bloomed hybrid flowers Around the sprouting fountains Could peep in her bosom She could feel the pulse Of bright sunlight Throbbing through the cadence Of laughter But she wanted those of mine To grapple with my intrinsic worth So that the intricacies of global village In the midst of imported air Could be sustained