Aquatic

That April night

the kindly moon was delaying to rise.

In voltage drop

the salary illumination was blinking dim.

Down the river

darkness flowed, bubbles burst ripping silence.

Daring darkness, dear,

had we not sat down in knee deep water?

Water and your hair

Had flowed over my shoulders.

The ripples

Had fondled my cheeks with kisses warm.

Scratchy crawl

Of slight shrimps or of your finger nails?

Tiny fishes

Whose sharp toothing was pleasantly painful.

I plunged into mid-river

dragging you along.

You feigned freight,

and grasped me tight;

an octopus agilely

pressed suckers firm.

Still stayed swimming

against the river flow.

(Image: Sunset in river Ganges. Source: Wikimedia)