WORDPLAY: V

Violet seeped through your lustrous hair that day
the sweet dents of your cheeks manifested you;
Your lips spoke without words
Slyly perched against the flounder of your drooped eyes
Breathing in the aroma of the violadangling from your hair.
I wonder whether you noticed my eyes
struggling to escape you;
or how I intentionally walked past your over and over
Like a child first gratified in love.
My eyes breathed you;
I smell you now in words
and in those flowers to whom you lent your beauty,
those viols, taunting,
flirting with the night.

Adnan M. S. Fakir teaches Economics at BRAC University. Outside he directs a documentary film series called "Finding Bangladesh," writes, takes photos, does social activism and travels a lot. He can be reached at adnanfakir@gmail.com.