Kāma lounged, waiting for him
To arrive in the city
 

Writing soft words in her mind

Rewriting how they had last

Been intertwined. 

Aching, throbbing, vibrating desire
At the warmth of her fingertips 

Coloured as a beetroot.



In the distance of memory
lies the snake

Spitting fire today.

His promise, an age away

Locked in embrace.