Speak

We speak like
                Protagonists from
Existential novels, in 
Long-winded laments of
Self-exploratory 
Monologues 
Never letting our
Guards down

We speak out of some

Urgent newfound

Necessity 

This nascent happenstance of some

Sexual- spiritual upheaval

That cannot be contained

We speak in a language of

Low-tide sandlings

Eager for some orgasmic

                   Eruption of the 

Illusive inner world.

We speak, fully knowing

Words are energy that

Cannot be redeemed

..

Anant Dhavale