A Night’s Desire

She plays with the night
like no other.

Her smudged kohl
teases the restless dark,
That craves to know
what heartbreak she hides
beneath closed eyes.

Her lips so tight
and yet they tremble like
she is in fever high,
Or is that an old flame
her lips invite.

Her bun though tied
wants to loosen tonight,
Still all her veils
tells me of her fears
to put up a fight.

And yet her bare
neck plays me so unfair,
When her hand takes
mine to free her throbs and
unleash a night’s desire.

She plays with the night
like no other.

© Arindam Dey

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