Sitaram
kickbox
Silhouettes,
Rippling over silent drapes,
Shadowed shapes
Of soft regrets,
Expiring in the tomb the silence wrought.
Born are silken thoughts
Within the womb of soft mistakes
Drawn within the rhythm two begets.
Strains of soft desire,
Fingered on the strings of longing's wire.
Lingered love's refrains,
Lost in soft champagne
And evening's fire,
Whispering through their veins.
But even strings forget and fingers tire
And only silhouettes remain,
Remembered in the curtains love conspired.
- Sitaram
(circa 1966)
Rippling over silent drapes,
Shadowed shapes
Of soft regrets,
Expiring in the tomb the silence wrought.
Born are silken thoughts
Within the womb of soft mistakes
Drawn within the rhythm two begets.
Strains of soft desire,
Fingered on the strings of longing's wire.
Lingered love's refrains,
Lost in soft champagne
And evening's fire,
Whispering through their veins.
But even strings forget and fingers tire
And only silhouettes remain,
Remembered in the curtains love conspired.
- Sitaram
(circa 1966)
