FIRE

The kiss that you gave years ago
still lingers as a surreal dream.
You ask me now, what's so special
about that kiss; which you'd long
forgotten. Chapter in life – discarded
as you moved on, I know ! But
fragrant memories of our first kiss
returns to haunt me oft. Even in
dreams, the freshness of yielding
lips stoke hot passion's fire that
remembers the hardening of your
nipples under my touch. Only it's not
lust any more, for embers of love now
compete with passion's fire in the heart.

R Jayachandran 25/03/2011