He was remarkably handsome and tall
With a physique to make every woman fall
To her skilled eye, he was also coquettish
Fluttering eyelashes, mouth puckish
He had known many women and men
She sighed, but she was madly smitten
Botox had done the trick, she had lost years
Set to please and conquer her fears
She came to him with great expectation
He came to her utterly forsaken
In the backstreets of a gruesome city
A hotel room lit with a candle dimly
The wall clock stopped abruptly
Every moment was hot and sticky
The longing was the center of their world
Time stand still, no going back or forward
In the morning she left as secretly as she came
A bank note under the old ashtray bore her name
Anita Bacha©



Nestled in my arms

You doze off like an angel

Your cheek resting against my breast

Your heart beating to the pace of my heart

I could stay here


Watching your sleep

Rave about the moment of joy

To have you all to me

In the stillness of the night

To me all alone

Like the moon to the sky

Alas! The night passes

 The morning dawns

The sad reality of life hits me brutally

Awakens me from my slumber

I unlock my arms in a shudder

 Look one more time at your pretty face

And, I hold a cry of agony!

I swallow my tears!

I have to let you go!

– Anita Bacha –

(9 January 2014  TOMBEAU BAY)

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