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The Next Dance

Dec 10, 2022
3 min read

By Mukut Deepak


A torrential rainfall

A cloudburst

A wailing sound

That pierced barriers


I flew through you

Into you

And beyond you

Caressing your swirling plains


Creating crevasses

With ravaging fury

Carving and moulding

Canoodling and cajoling


Tracing till lines ran out

Tasting till my tongue went numb

Rolling and rollicking

Frolicking with flailing arms


Conquering to lose

Losing to conquer

Dancing to a beat

That none heard but us


A sound that throbbed

Rocked us

Calmed us

Shattered our surroundings


Melted our myths

Exonerated our souls

Quenched our innards

Cradled our hearts


A beat that you didn’t miss

One that I never scored

Yet we both moved

And were moved by it


You twirled your dress

Sashayed your form

Firm and supple

Warm and wet

Sensuous and shy


Famished and ravishing

Giving and greedy

Just and firm

Divine and carnal





I saw you in flesh

Felt you on me

Etched beyond the skin

In the crevice of the cranium

Or rather cocooned in the cradle of heart


Philistine that I am

Nihilist to the core

I sweep clean my crevices

Expunging my heart

With the vitriol of my thoughts


I can trace the curve of your mouth

The contortion of your lips

The pucker dances

You annihilate me

As you inhale


Lost in your undulations

I conquered new peaks

Scaled new fears

Birthed new desires

Crooned new sensations

And coddled new songs


As the surge ran amok

And we jostled in a tango

Limb to a limb

Rivers on rivers

Of sweat and fluids


Awash with sensations

Desires and emotions

Breathless yet bestowed with all the bestiality of the world

Rancorous yet joyful


Violent yet still

Unsettled yet at home

Thieves yet masters

Slaves yet queens and kings


Of the moments that lapsed

Of the swaying of the cradle

Of the swooning of the minds

Of the walloping of the hearts


You stood a tad apart

Wondering and reminiscing

Thrilled and scared

Desirous and daunted


Draped in black

That lassoed your form

Threatening to spill

Yet held in sway by your bosom


Accentuating and hiding

Like a well-versed friend

It commanded

Only to surrender

As we stepped into the carnal dance


I tasted you

Tormented and vandalised

With aggression and care

With zeal and compassion


You melted

Your curves dissolved

Became privy to my commands

My piety had a new prisoner


We hoed and hummed

Tossed and turned

Scorched and salved

Touched and teased

Tickled and vandalised


Like an epic

With its own invisible destination

We cavorted like prisoners of flesh

Salivated till we were satiated


Devoured till we were distended

Bit and marked

Bruised and battered

Each move a stanza

To the unending crescendo


I can still feel your flesh

The skin that draped it

The caverns that were concealed

The fingers that were intertwined

The strands of hair that stretched from me to you


The moves we made

The rhythm we danced to

The songs we shared

Are all etched in my couplets

That swirl in my head


And keep me alive

Awake to your sights

Your smells and your tastes

To your curves and your limbs


My fingers are still wet with your touch

The tongue still tingles with your taste

Skin still singes with your heat

My limbs seek yours


I will tug on this invisible cord

That holds you a prisoner

On the wee side of this glass panel

Pulling you through

As glass shards fall apart

And melt in my heat of desire


My fugitive friend

Spare the futile battle

Cave in to your soul

Let the strings tug you

Till you can stay still no more


Dissolve your apparition

Replace it with living cells

Oozing with flesh and blood


Let me hold you in my palms

Savour you

Have a fill

That satiates my soul


So,

Are you ready?

For the next dance ...

17th June 2020


By Mukut Deepak





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