from Defenestration by Indrani Perera
There were no fireworks
no starbursts of red, green and yellow
no rockets of magnificent blue
and yet love came knocking
There were animated conversations
sharing of hopes and dreams
deepening of a friendship
and still love came knocking
There was the first tender kiss
the exquisite exploring of another’s body
the heights of passion
and love came knocking
There was no discussion of tomorrow
for tomorrow had no place here
and before I could open the door to love
you were gone
defenestration, n. the act of throwing a person or thing out of a window. – The Random House Dictionary of the English Language
Indrani Perera – a fresh and exciting voice – explores the passion of contemporary life, love and loss.
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