If There Was No Tomorrow
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Written : September 16, 2023
Revised : September 25, 2023
For Brian Strand's Contest No 1243 New Poem Only
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Your ebony hair curled and cascaded uncontained,
some swirled in the stream of craving squall,
some laced the lilting lattice of lust
on your forehead of ivory canvas,
engraving the contours of the evanescent charisma.
I wondered if this was your last image,
I’d glimpse flicker in the wind to fade in oblivion hollow,
if there was no tomorrow.
Your almond eyes of the azure sea waltzed
to the melodic waves of the mesmeric music,
the eyelids danced with the flutter of butterfly,
floating in the air of yearning on charming wings,
weaving the wondrous tapestry of trance.
I wondered if this was your last dream,
I’d deem drift away in the wind to wilderness fallow,
if there was no tomorrow.
Your cherubic cheeks soaked to shine
the patina of the blooming rose I revered,
spreading seductive scent in the beguiled breeze,
with the touch of my desire caressing your face,
rippling with rapturous hues of glowing glamour.
I wondered if this was your last portrait,
I’d see in the twilight hour glow,
if there was no tomorrow.
The buds of rose bloomed on your luscious lips,
swathed in the lilac luster of the sunburst dawn,
the attractive allure glinted with gorgeous glow
like the pearls of dew on pristine petals of pink rose,
shining like a star in the sequined sky.
I wondered if this was your last smile,
I’d sense in my memory the stardust stow,
if there was no tomorrow.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023
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