First Encounter
She was short of breath
from climbing steep hillock;
sweat added lustre
to her flushed face.
Attractions were too many
for him to paint in one stroke:
dangling tuft of silky hair
and slimness of waist
losing their curvature
in straightness of neck.
The canvas still holds true
but remains half painted,
for colour dried fast that day
in the warmth of their embrace.
--
c s shah
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