First love ( a quadrille)

First love All of eighteenwatched him enamouredseated nonchalantly in crisp white kurta-pajamaan unlit cigarette danglingfrom his long fingers weaver of wordsmagician of mundanitylovelorn loners’ lyricist reciting in whiskey-smooth voicesetting blood in my veinsa-light; liquid fire still, lightyears later. Written for dVerse quadrille Monday. Our host, De, invites us to write a quadrille of 44 words […]

First love ( a quadrille)