When lipstick went amorous
Against the sun burnt sand,
I saw passion laden drops
Bubbling hot in eyes dark
Like restless waves brewing
In the deep sea at arms.
And then the picador touch
Plunged into the bones,
Cracking the shells around,
Curling up the flames to the hair
The impetuous fingers combed
While the heaving waves,
Like champagne fizzing aloft,
Raged and rushed and roared
Unto quiet--how very quiet!
And with the foam of the sea
Going waste upon the beach,
You and I, like fag-ends,
Sat a-tearing petal after petal
Of the roses we had gathered!
Published in "Thirty Leaves" by Kailash Varma - published in 1961.
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