The glint in your eyes
They speak a thousand words
In unheard languages
I am yet to comprehend
Or atleast allow me my pretense

So what is it you will have
A joy de tour on springy boards
Hastily in out of bound outskirts
Battled passion beneath pristine white
For the cleaning stewardess to find

Or the dance in silence
Where I am waltzed against walls
By invisible hands in caress
Love tumbled and awash
Still held upright by your eyes

Will it be the war of words
When the tongues all they want
to explode in a tango the lavish
The lust felt wrapped as love
While we debate on rights and wrongs

So tell me how would it be
All laid out as business pleasantries
As we conclude profound debates
Not a word heard or registered
The only take away the glint
An undying lament in sheathed eyes.
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Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai,17Nov2015