Swinging Moods
Tonight I sit with my incomplete saga at the Northern wing
Patiently anticipate for a romantic Local to sing
Alas! A Foreigner intoxicated with love, voices lyrics so deep
Goosebumps from my toes to my nape shamelessly creep
The persona closes up and inflames the moment by clasping my wrist
In reflex, a powerless stroke I surrender with a resilient fist
I hear whispers of sweet nothings and coyly my nose ring burns
A passionate rush! Like golden 'gulgulas' dancing in a wok, my heart churns
Sanity I quickly deport and allow the Waltz to blow in to several untamed Tangos
A pair of sweetened lips mask mine; I feel a familiar sensitivity of 'Sigatoka' Valley mangoes
An alarmed star in a faraway sky breaks before barriers do
The foreigner obligated to leave the saga and NOW I’m forced to settle for a local brew.
Copyright © Rohini Balram | Year Posted 2018
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