My Cat Eyed Girl

by

              My cat eyed girl stands by the bamboo
 thickets-
              when a pair of water pots rest on the
sugar sand -
               her ear-rings shine like my soul in the
saffron light -
               finger tips of the summer wind play
music of the
                earth on the bamboo stems - I remember.
There were
                phrases and punctuation marks of  love in
her body language.
 
 
                My love belongs to an extinct species.
It’s not
                your butterfly love flitting around the
carnal honey.
                Certainly you’ll call it, ‘Old-
fashioned’.
                Love keeps its virginity even after fifty
years.
                It’s unfading charm’s in the reality I
loved her,
                in the belief she loved me, and in the
distance
                that shyness kept between us.