Bewitched

In the stewing pot
love bubbles, frothing roses with 
strains of yesterday's conversation and
tinkling laughter, boiling,
mingling in the cheery company
of my own satisfactions,
my inward grins 
and childish whims. 

Eventually though,
it all boils down 
to traces of faces
lining the pensieve.

© Utsa Seth, 2019