18: Three Words

It began as a quest for fresh words
To express this feeling you had never
Felt before, but you were eighteen:
Your syllables twisted themselves out of shape–
You could hear bells tolling inside your head
Warning you not to make a fool of yourself.
You could not let the grass grow under your feet
And so you allowed those three well-brewed words to tumble out
Before she pinched your cheeks and pouted yes.
And soon time found you with your arms encircling her waist:
Your deep, self-satisfying breath
Massaging the soft nape of her lovely neck.
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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

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