His Vice

Her pleated skirt
with stripes of black and white
swirling around
Like some floating clouds

And her carefree dance
holding his sight in the first glance
and as she twirled to the accordion’s tune,
captivating him from night to noon

And all the foundered talks
lost in some dark abyss
came surging back
questioning his beliefs

But such was her stance
abstruseness was written
in her every glance

while she swayed to glory
blithe, gyrating
unearthing one surprise at a time
from the chest of her quarry
he remained in oblivion with precipitated eyes
anxious to discover his next vice

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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