Grey And White Poem by Shruti Goswami

I wait with grey pebbles
Behind smoky doors
A bewitching smile
On my lips
While I beckon you
To come and play
It is dark already.
You entered in a trance
Expecting the age old
Mating dance
I am beyond your reach
Playfully throwing pebbles
All around me.
The cold touch of stone
On my warm hand
Flipping the greys and whites
I had gathered them on an errand
From a street corner
They were leering at me
Nothing unusual then
For this society.
You crawl now
On all fours
The saliva defiantly
Rolling down the corners
Of a twisted mouth
I laugh out loud
I still throw pebbles in the air
Naked now.
Your touch on my skin
Freezes you
A whiff of smoke
Then azure blue
Before long
I have a sand tinted pebble
In addition
I play on
Oblivious of the bruises
On my soul.