Come youthe dainty one
in my arms
once again
you left me familiar
and now you are desolate
wonder how cruel can be fate
you returned late
and ever since you are absent
I wait at the door
for evening shadows
to grow into dark nights
but there are no lights
now do I wish
for any
any more
guess, I like darkness
more than any light
you reduced me thus
wonder how you fared
lived or died
how much and in what manner
I have neither mind
nor a thinking eye
I simply remember
your fragrance,your touch,your presence
and your snug fit
in the hollow
of my arms,and then your perennial habit
to turn it so tight
as if you wanted one frame
and never two.I was a suckler for
pretty and soulful faces
and you won in that part
with your eyes
probing in my soul
digging endlessly
as if we were bound
not by sight
but by spirits(now, hope you are not drowned in spirits aka alcohol)
O! dainty woman
hope you are dainty yet
and not dirty I bet
but my gut
says otherwise
that is why
I am, now, constantly
on the lookout
chance by you is bleak
rather I suggest
you take the street!
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nice photo captivating!…….poems
very nice writing…….