so said the woman

stranger, when we meet

pl remember

you dont know me
any better than I know myself
.
so
.
after we smile at sunsets
share the walk in the rain
bring out the shy side of the moon
tickle each funny bone

.

when i throw the icecream

in a tantrum at your face

make me lick it off
dont sulk

.

when I dance on the table top

after two tequilas

with my skirt riding high

flirting with your friend

with Brad Pitt butt

drag me home

and love me

.

boz my world has (and needs)

a few jagged edges

to keep me alive

.

as much as
you are you

I would still be
me

:)

doubt

strands of hair

on your shirt

but no thread of guilt

in your smile

.

slight smudge of lipstick

on your collar

but no shadow hiding

the twinkle in your eyes

.

wisp of her smell

on your body

but no trace of tiredness

in your eagerness

.

vines of doubt

hanging from my mind

but nothing to swing

or tie you up with

!

happiness

soft little feather
escapes the thick foliage
dances thru the sieved light
soft strands tickling
.
slowly floats
down the forgotten well
savoring the silence
slicing thick air
.
touching the cold
unseen ripples
spreading thru the deep pool
a bit of spray
.
jumps up
drenching the musty walls
refreshing dampness
sweet smell swells
.
if
no one’s seen this
heard this
felt this
.
did it happen

ever

?