28. The Small of Her Back

Those long lost empty palms,
Of longing and visual debauchery,
Imagination so wild,
Yet curves so highly fragile,
The fire within so warm,
Fiery eyes, shivering fingers and thighs calm,
Oh, she missed him all night long,
The wait was felonious and desires enraged,
Of endless moments and centuries sacred,
A forest of his passion,
A beauty mirroring psalm,
A footstep before caution,
A kinship so pure,
Those scars chanting his name
and her body owned along,
One knock on the door
and they again fell for the storm…

Richa Arora Art

Art By Richa Arora

Writing all November with BlogHer and #NaBloPoMo – National Blog Posting Month.

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4 Comments, RSS

  1. Rohan Kachalia (@rohank01) December 1, 2016 @ 12:41 pm

    What a beautiful poem, Ashwini!! The choice of words, the build up is simply amazing. Beautiful. šŸ™‚
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    • adodani December 1, 2016 @ 12:42 pm

      Coming from you, I am sure I have done some justice, Mr. Poet šŸ™‚ Thanks a lot.

  2. Shalini R December 1, 2016 @ 5:36 pm

    Oh, this is marvelous! Each line, each word!!!! And the pic? Awesome.
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    • adodani December 1, 2016 @ 6:10 pm

      Thank you so much. Painting is by ze fiance – Richa Arora šŸ™‚

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