THE COY MISTRESS
The intention was made plane and the retention of its plain memory made the tension more intense. The foreseen “painting” of the bigger picture was to be that of a future without taints in its mixture. What will be the fate of destiny, when the chosen mate coyly delays the date? Is it Faith, to patiently wait for the day the coy state of the mistress will mollify and the gate of fondness unbarred?
Though the affection of the groom seemed not to capture her attention, her gratification of each of his gesture seemed to prove otherwise. Though her attitude seemed to be saying NO but the gloat in eyes conveyed an altitude of desire.
I could hear the neigh of time’s winged chariot hurrying near. No more time for undue fantasies but it is time to swoon completely into ecstasy. Its better late than when the gate is finally closed and the grave is laid