The sooted eve

It was long

when you cushioned your head

on my virgin breast

that was sometime in the dusky hour

of a setting day.

The sun had packed off its bag,

while the crickets made ruckus in a nearby pothole

the vigilant bees pulsating in the hives

the fallen leaves crumbled, making hissing sounds

the snake seemed cautious

Nature drumbeat, the birds and animals harking back

you, my dear, clammed up

silent

sunk

as the sun in the depth of the ocean

the bright moonlight too failed to put you in motion.

My hair on your sable sleeping face

jostled you

unclasping me, you melted away

somewhere in the sooted eve

never really wanting to kiss me good-bye.

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