Thursday, February 27, 2014













He is my muse

i tried to swallow the stifling distance 
between us
picking ... sucking 
through finger cups
inhaling, chewing, gobbling
disguising under pseudo- smiles
flickering eyes
gingerly stroked his nape..

with serenity's drape
smoothed his hair... and
my fear
apologizing in my heart
for the moments lost
offering my tresses
for his caresses
i dissolved...
ah resolved
he is my muse
n refuge
what i searched ..what i drew
it breathed within...amongst us grew
let me enshrine you my Love
and you preen me like your dove

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