Affair

The affair that lingers

Covertly, tacit,

Between leaves of poetry

and poetry of leaves

 

The affair between

Unhurried silent strolls

Downing unashamedly

the unasked, the unspoken.

 

Like the affair that springs

Out of strummed sitar strings

And percussion, with hands

That know its every cranny & crook

 

Or the affair that is abstracted

within polished red seeds

the old banyan roots and golden tulips

Or from the insobriety of the moon.