picture courtesy – annelize bosch
in wildness
tanked up mindless
we kindled selves
that lustful night
nested by passion
we were childlike
pained by our past
jiving for madness
righteous or not
neither cared less
we escaped some eyes
we let some catch us blind
kissed blood bursting out
our throbbing hearts
joyous
we freaked wild
next morning
we parted
why?
arjun bagga 
I really Love this
i’m glad
fine, very, very fine work, poetically and pictorially
Thank you comrade !
Here is one I wrote several years ago that touches on a similar theme…
Strangers dance with strangers,
seeking comfort in the sway
of arms and legs so warm and bold.
Forget tomorrow’s dangers,
Last call is on its way.
The rules are clear and cold,
a pleasure brief, the only goal.
Surnames remain unknown,
as dancers lead each other
to a place not one calls home.
WoW. I’m stunned and humbled, Sir !
I especially liked – why? That is the single most asked question. The interesting part is that we rarely have a complete answer.
So true. On second thoughts “Why” makes that night so special. Had it continued, it wouldn’t be a lasting memory.
I agree, but then it would never be a lasting reality! I am speaking of course from the point of being married for 35 years… I always enjoy reading your posts. You put a lot of thought into your words!
35 years ! Wow
Each post, I look forward to your like, a confirmation that I am on my right path
This is a jewel…intriguing and a bit amusing. My sense of humor can at times, be inappropriate.
Love this.
Thank you. I am myself quite amused at your new post. It would be inappropriate of me to like and not comment. I will though revisit your post after a few hours of sleep.
It’s tight, I like it. Prior heartfelt comment notwithstanding, I think you can almost make do without the final interrogation. I especially liked “jiving for madness”, but then, I myself am quite mad, so possibly not the best person to provide input.
Keep at it. You want to write lots and lots. You have a gift.
I assume as you mature, get to understand life better, most interrogations go out of the window. It was a beautiful night and that’s about it. Give me one more month, I’ll get rid of it. hahaha..
You think so? Well, I got no choice but to write. This is all I know but let me tell you this. Your style.is freaky. Your writing is just awesome and thank goodness, you don’t have a comment section in there as I feel numb each time I read your posts. After one more read, I quietly return to my pad here.
I’m going to borrow your line “Good things make you sweat”
May I?
Absolutely: I’m flattered.
I am a fan of your writing. Had I that talent, Phew. Someday!
Oh, thank you (blushing).
🙂
Quite a place with the heart shaped cut out.
Some place in South Africa. We make do with rocks, while you with real hearts 😀
I like how you made a one night stand seem so romantic 🙂
I find each encounter romantic, perhaps that’s how I’d like to remember them.
Two thumbs up for this kind of philosophy 🙂