Partha Chatterjee writes

I stare into your eyes 

My stare 

Crawls up
Your rosy
Cheek as
A reeling snake
To reach
Your pupil,
A safe hole
For hiding.

Time is
Chasing after
Me with a
Stick in hand.

But it glides
Down
Several times

For your
Cheek is
So smooth
With coyness. 

 

Snake with Woman -- Kalhy