She needs him like the flute needs air the right amount to flow between lips pressed in anticipation of music. In that music she will find her childhood lost virginity to a man she can’t stand words of a song she used to sing to a lover she doesn't love anymore afterwards she will carry him back like an old boat, a man from the sea, and one by one she will drop the flowers for long she has worn on her raven hair. - Proma
Articles, Poetry and Short Stories by Proma Ray.