One lazy afternoon
When the music played
You and I
And the wall clock
Moments ticking by
I didn't hear
But I did
The rhythm of your breath
Merge with mine
Did my arm hurt you?
Or my breath,
Too warm?
I dare not move
Dare not sleep
As You
Fit in to me,
A statue
A mold
And nothing now
Only crumpled sheets
A blue bangle
And this feel...
8 comments:
Oh this is lovely!
i have had plenty of afternoons like this. Good stuff
Beautiful really...
what actually makes it all the more real and visual is the blue bangle...
Was it whole or broken...and do u have it still?
I loved this the first time I read this, its even lovelier now for some reason :)
chamko
you are luckier than me...:)
touched
it was whole then...i dunno now...i wish that itd be broken and id have a piece of it...
tulip
....
You write poems with a kind of passion.
Where there are sensitivity & sensation.
Your words, might be referring to some1 but others feels with own imagination.
:)
somehow those words have saddened me..dunno why.maybe i visualised my own plight in them.anyways,good job dude,as always!:)keep writing
boy oh boy.......:)
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