Seated ‘lady like’ and demure
Diagonally opposite you
We the convent indoctrinated
Skilled in social niceties
Your head shook at the right moment
“No thanks I am done”
At the mention of another petit four
But our cores throbbed
In unison
Wanting to devour each other
Instead of the canapés on offer
The heaving bosom saw your discreet glance
And wanted to dance loose for you
But for the constricting apparel
That came in the way
The self-conscious legs crossed again
Flashes of you spreading them
On verdant lawn
Pounding in open blue sky
Settled on that sofa across
You never did ask how hungry I was
And I, wrapped in bourgeois propriety
Never did tell
The poem is an exquisite delight. What a stunning entrance to Destiny Poets’ International Community of Poets! If the poem were a ballet performance then the stage would be strewn with a mountain of bouquets and the theatre would echo with rapturous applause.
WELCOME TO DESTINY POETS!!
Thank you for the warm welcome to Destiny Poets. My first on such a platform – what a fabulous and well thought out site with such interactive features. You guys are very encouraging and inspiring me to go on 🙂
Welcome! The entry with a poem with a good theme.
Thanks Geetha – looking forward to more frequent interaction
Subtle longing beneath the superficial- the poem evinces the writer’s poetic skill.
Madhumathy – Thanks a lot. Indeed the bourgeois morality and is often what keeps things simmering- but undercover – about to explode and yet such repression
Magical, to say the least! Engaging and insightful.
Thank you VijayNair- that is very encouraging