by Ashvin Mistry
Innocent breath, exhaled and let sail,
across some forgotten memory I once thought was real.
She'd swept it up,
churned and tossed siren of this sea,
to lay her treasures frothing in clandestine lights,
sparkling in front of me.
I waited,
she came,
lapping coyly on my gaze,
crashing among broken fragments in search of a soul,
bathed in gushing flow of loves eternal hope.
Layered by visions,
basking in temptations,
tortuous by day,
restless by nights,
I succumbed to my deity and met a watery plight.
