Friday, November 8, 2013

The Feel Of Her Flaming Lips


a heart
beat skips
unusual
love hate
friendship
my muse
pendulum
hips lacquer
nail polish
blood like
on her
finger tips
holding the
glass of
water melon
juice languidly
sips ,,my heart
she rips ..my flesh
she whips ..as
i float on paper
thin figment of
my lost
illusions
deleted
memories
on a film strip
with her on
a wall at mahim
i share a unique
kinship ,,,veiled
eyes haunting
demeanor
i rise i dip
lines running
across
hope and sorrow
seasonal vagaries
pain hardship
vision of
an artists failed
workmanship
tragic turbulence
torrid tempestuous
tremors of
a sinking ship

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