Someday
The beguiling butterfly you are
to my enchanted eyes,
paint no tempting patina of touch
on the flower I’ve bloomed for you.
As the leitmotif of your delusion is stripped
for a few tantalizing transient moments,
unprompted revelation unveils the heart,
creates the craving current of concealed fervor,
on which the flakes of my yearning float
in the seamless sea of your sight.
You don’t sense they change colors of desire
until you morph the eyes into passion prism.
As I discern my dormant instinct
embrace the floral fascination of longing,
my sensuous soul makes it perceptible,
albeit an attracted entranced fly,
I fly blind into your fire, turn to ashes.
In the whirlwind of the turning time,
sweeping away the dust of memory,
someday I’ll rise to fly in your sky.
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October 11, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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