a certain trace

the days of past

leave a certain trace

on the life’s mast

which is not always a grace,

.

they do leave a certain trace

which influences our future sail

which won’t always be a grace

because of the troubling gale

.

which influences our future sail

on the life’s mast

because of the same troubling gale

of the days of past.

(Poetic form:- Pantoum)

Red Lust

Collision of the bodies

intermingling sweat

the passionate hug

the seductive kiss

 

moan emerges like hiss

euphoria of the best drug

the fingers finally met

come true the auguries

 

the lust overcomes all

echoes around, a silent bawl.

 

P.s.- Written in the same rhyming scheme, as the Violet Juice. I haven’t given a name to this form of poetry… I am still open to suggestions.