Maddeningly...

She troops
She lopes
She stoops
She turns the corner.

And stops
Still as a panther
On leaf dappled branch
Sunlight glints
Through blue ventricles
What a sapphire studded
Hunch.

Aeolus calling
Shallow air breathing soul
Inhale deeply
Exhale steeply
Answer
If only you're whole

I can hear you laughing
The call of the wind
Carries my name
I can hear you stifling
All my claims
To feel this pain
In this soft sweet perfumed breeze
Hidden secret memories
Launch with ease
Seeking shelter
Wanton wanderings
Rental tease
Oh your copious call
This fool will please.

I can hear you laughing
You Mad God of men

I think my absolution
Upon the lips of fame

Can you please
Perhaps let me know
If my call was heard
Was it absurd enough
To bear fecund fruit?

The balmy salve
The calm repose
Of her Feline form
Crackles electric upon
The blue boughs of
Sparkling morn.

She will not wait
The answer
Eludes her.

This catwalk,
This hunger,
delusional, depraved,
In Sinuous motions
Tortuous notions,
Strangling hope
Taut agony gropes
For frailest footing.

Slender Mahogany
Golden ebony
Dancing in the breeze
Of tomorrow.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017