Crossfire

 

Memories and longings

Urges reassured by mutuality

Passions versus forced abstinences

A war — deep, strong and rock-hard

Yet soft, flexible and blending

Palpably perceivable to warlords

Through eyes, skin, palm

Tangible, tacit, warm;

So attached even in detachment

Detached even in attachment

Unity of tongue, eyes and heart

Formation of a circlet smart

Pluck is what’s called the last call waiting

To make one — all that’s real pining.

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