A stark view

A stark nude vesper, a rarity,

Neither stars, nor moon, nor clouds,

Just as endless, dark stark naked night.

Still everything seemed right…so very right.

The stretch of your dark limbs,

Open waves of my long hair.

In ensuing darkness we heard the heartbeats

And just touched each other with a stare.

Not much was left to think and say…

As the lips were sealed with fervor beyond care.

The tingling tips, the fused molten limbs

Shivers of delight, and moans of passion

Short-lived breaths and unending sensation.

Everything so perfect, but just a scream…

Not wanting it to end as an unfinished dream

I clenched his hair in my fist,

His fingers entwined with mine,

Still holding my bleeding wrist..

A tremor erupted somewhere

Moving them to a rapturous delight

The peak of passion was indeed

Worth all the years of lonely plight.

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About Nalini Srivastava

I am an Indian.I write to let go of myself.It is my catharsis.My biggest inspiration is my son and every passing moment of life.I am a teacher by profession and the way I love to write ,I love to teach.With my one solo poetry book already published "Feminine Musings" hope many more will see the light.

7 thoughts on “A stark view

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    ” A stark view ” leads the reader’s expectations along an intriguing path of psychologic introspection only for the poem itself to stumble somewhat at the end with a disappointing conclusion. It is widely acknowledged that the , ” it was all a dream ” ending to any work of fiction , story or poem , is the weakest .

  2. Louis Kasatkin

    The revision undertaken is both professionally commendable and aesthetically pleasing.To undertake the necessary editorial surgery on one’s own work is evidence that here beats the heart of a poet !

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