Revisiting
a corner
of my real
world –cryptic
to sight
what does it
hid...
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Revisiting
a corner
of my real
world –cryptic
to sight
what does it
hide ?
Each knick knack
a geisha , leading me
on
I swim through
sensuous
voyeurist
to the best ,
memories
cast aside ,
memories
pushed inside
memories –forgotten
but nothing
to hide.
An old scarf
that I missed
lying there
forgotten ,
one which has
lipstick smears
from hasty
kisses that
we have shared
just before
stuffed turkey
with family.
A brooch once
unfastened
thrown aside
hastily;
memories
enticing
seductive,
roping me
in
as I pin
you
to my wrap –around
a brooch of a memory
holding me
enthralled as
I light
candles to
memories -
mid-afternoon
light lending
fragrance to
my this day ;
melting it
into the
silver moon .
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I wish , I could write poems ..... you can say so much in so few lines....
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