Deep Running Waters

Her lids fall heavily like they were carrying mountain

Her drugged eyes open with same pain

To look at the face she adored that day

With whom she had started the play.

Like two floating bodies in the water

Mesmerized - without the world to bother,

Creating billows in cold winter air

With the stagnant furtive glare.

Swirling, swerving, twirling

The oceans’ center within.

Two converging bodies create

Some vehement current.

The silent waters beneath

Dance with the tempestuous feat

Caused by two wildlings

In mid-winter mornings.

When passion was washed away on bed,

Slept in arms of the other, all cared.

With her last gaze, she sneaked away

In his peaceful sleep there he lay.