cubes of silence
fresh from the ice tray
slowly melt
.
on the bare back
of your whispers
half asleep
.
the fingers of my thoughts
trace the wet trail
teasing the skin
.
life pauses
listning to music
of aftternoon rain
.
your bedside clock beeps
struggling to push
the heavy time along
.
5 comments:
Sigh!!
i loved this...
Shoon...im so glad i came in here.
ice melting on the bare back of whispers...
fingers of thoughts tracing wet trails on the skin...
amazing.
preeti: looong time..was planning to send you a mail. wl do later this week. thanks..glad you like this....
curiouser and curiouser.. :-) Lovely!
back to some short simplicity...like it.
smell of eeram...lovely...
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