Gleaming morning light
creeps through drapes
to tickle, waking us
from embracing
the slumber..
In the moistened wrap
with cheeks glued
and jousted waists,
we stare...
Arched back
of frail leaves
encumbered by
the morning dews
And Fall, he continues
To paint her red
Leaving her lacerated
here and there
An amorous
morning scene
that grows steady
reflecting streaks of
glistening chrysalis
In your eyes, the besotted,
and home of my dreams..
4 comments:
"Arched back
of frail leaves"..you paint a beautiful image not just in these words but through this verse..a wonderful read
ahhhhhhhh....that's all i can say now...it has hit me hard!!! :) breathtaking!!!!!!! ur best till date.
still trying to digest the beauty in this...just tooooooooooo much :)
Like the play of passion out there in autumn...:)
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