Ye dainty walk away out to street…….

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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Written by Glower4

Glower is a writer cum poet who is a commoner endowed with uncanny gift of extreme and deep abstract thought resulting in astonishing written word.