Strangers

Two paths met in an amber wood, a bright day 'twas,
No frost, no rain, just plenty sunshine.
You walked up your path, and I ambled up mine.

We spoke of the weather, betwixt glances and nods. Strangers’ rituals
Soon turning to whispers and caresses of pleasure.
The magic of nectar had our hearts aflutter.

Don't count the minutes, just linger a while,
Just another hour, come here, let’s play.
Desires a thousand, my eyes could say.

But time and choices, like darts released,
Urge us to move on, on paths apart.
As strangers we met, and as strangers we depart.


iyer

(inspired by Frost, inspired by U)