fresh from the bath
lingering freshness of nakedness
yet to be shed
the mind searches the cupboard
.
crumpled worn-out faded
sighing with soft musty smell
you lie hidden behind
the crisp the new the colorful
.
rummaging fingertips
pause feel linger
smoothen the creases
in fleeting moments remember
.
all that there was
all that there is
some undressed off the skin
some burnt into it
.
2 comments:
love the last stanza. you are soo good :-)
Nice... so nice to read soft, dreamy, happoy stuff in your blog.. :-)
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