A Sunday thought

All day desires swim in.

Swiftly. To the heart.

Without notice, no handwriting of pre warning.

Sidelong coquetry

under the big banyan trees,

next to Colombo Archives.

‘Alinganaya’- an embrace,

in intoxication,

Madness, in blood rush.

He’s got hungry 

as his burning heart rests on her breasts

his teeth tightened with hers,

mouth full, tongues- cross’d.

A kiss in oblivion. Tender. Hot.

In the sun-less road.

Caught by her shifting white skirt

buries his shaven face into her skirt

so she could feel the prickles of his stubble,

through the cotton. Trembles.

The gentle peck

of his hardened stalk 

on her muff,

they calculate movements

of ragas of longing 

second by second.