The shape of your curved back
against the backdrop of the mirth-ridden horizon-
dripping with the sparkling dew-drops from a
breath of wind.
fingers in the metal handa,
droplets dripping off
spherical forms
on a near liquid body.
Carafe contours clothed in exquisite strands
of pristine twill
near-breathless tight lace
around a curvacious bustier.
Twirling around in lacy négligée,
it gives a touch of glamour to
a simple sweep of the limbs.
So passively
to watch a distant supermoon
Slip into vision
makes you crave a brilliant sun
that will never faze.
against the backdrop of the mirth-ridden horizon-
dripping with the sparkling dew-drops from a
breath of wind.
fingers in the metal handa,
droplets dripping off
spherical forms
on a near liquid body.
Carafe contours clothed in exquisite strands
of pristine twill
near-breathless tight lace
around a curvacious bustier.
Twirling around in lacy négligée,
it gives a touch of glamour to
a simple sweep of the limbs.
So passively
to watch a distant supermoon
Slip into vision
makes you crave a brilliant sun
that will never faze.
1 comments:
Its unique Nana. Its pure. Like dew drops of honey! This poem of yours though written with the least pensive words, has the most dominating appeal of physical beauty. Yet, subconsciously, you tame your reader to understand the depth of this beauty, you hack your readers brain Nana! Indeed a super sweet poem!! Such a little kid you are, who knows no boundaries for the abundance of her expressions. Eat millions of chocolates and always keep smiling!
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