’twas the night
when modest thoughts turned wild;
when demure and reticent words lost their chastity;
when mellifluous verses turned exuberant;
when the delicate touch turned desperate;
when the quiescent night lost its tranquility.
Encompassed by each other’s arms;
enchanted by each other’s sighs;
heartbeats in sync—souls on fire;
fingers entwined—souls enkindled;
a need so dire.
Coalesced; fire and ice together.
© Sohinee Dey
*Artwork source: Instagram*