Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Monday, April 04, 2011
misty dew
I touch the dewdrops
close my eyes tight
wish for those to surround me
I taste my fingers
each dewdrop tastes like elixir
I collect some in my palm
sprinkle those on that window
watching droplets scatter
on that window in a pattern
I slowly rub the dewdrop on you.
when it penetrates your skin
you swiftly turn towards me
rose misted droplets on that glass
covers your curved back
while you cover me with you
Labels:
free verse,
love poetry,
magpie tales
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18 comments:
so many great lines here Gautami...soo good to read...thanks for sharing your words
Very passionate and nicely written.. liked it..dew drops are so soothing..
nice! i like the way water blends all things together.
Very sensual!
Beautifully sensual piece, Gautami.
Pamela
It's ALL goooood; and the last stanza's a killer.
Water is a sign of life as is love.
Great crescendo effect, building to the last stanza.
Wonderfully intimate and sensuous. And I love those last lines. It builds and then fulfills itself.
Elizabeth
Beautiful - it offers delicious imagery and a lyrical flow.
This is wonderfully sensual and sexy!
beautifully sensual ... :)
This made me want to lick dew from my fingers.
Intimate, mood-suffusive work. Excellent.
dew la la...:)
Beautiful and very sensuous.
Anna :o]
Coming around full circle! Nice-
I tasted water on glass first - kind of metallic, because our water is...
then rose water - which is a bit softer.
Thanks!
Loved this! :)
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