Fire, to be extinguished
He had a taste for her; his desire caught fire.
He was mad for her echo; his fire grew violent.
He elicited her nod; his fire went ablaze.
He found her moving out; his fire remained intense.
His grip is loosening; his fire is flickering.
Time may split them apart; his fire will be soaked.
Then he will smear that ash with air and pride,
Till he himself becomes ash on the pyre.
21.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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