She puckered her lips
Passionately she placed on mine
And in the folds of time
I have lost myself
Rubbing my eyes opened to what
Is past or what is right?
As if I have lived my prime
In her warm rosy breath,
Embraced, loved and forgiven
In the chills of winter vibes
Layered with her scent of skin
I survived.
And there in her premises
I thought I nearly died;
Oh how she looked at me!
Or how I looked at her!!
She with her closed eyes
Those lethal lips she did pout
Still stick to mine
I witness my rise and fall
In the same moment, under one sky
Her beautiful locks held my hope,
She took my breath away
As I wish to ascend as a more human tonight.
Β© Written Frames, 2017
Wow π
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Thank you.. π
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Most Welcome π
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Nice write Shefali.
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Thank you Ravi… ππ
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Born in uber?
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Haha…. No…. Not this time…
Uber can not be given credit this time…. ππππ
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Roads seemed to be empty today. Festival week.
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I did not go out….. Work π¦ π¦
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Same here too. Lots….
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This one causes a hearbeat to skip and a smile to rest, merging memories of the first time, the last time and the next time. Which promises to be the best time β€
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And here you are , Miss Diana with her exceptional talent to deliver micro poetries through her comments itself !!
“merging memories of the first time, the last time and the next time. Which promises to be the best time β€” .. Well this is what caught my heart and I am willing to be captivated in such grace of you.
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Early morning smiles from afar precious lady poet! The gift to momentarily captivate you is more than a fleeting joy. β€οΈ
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And it is a pleasure to know the identity of my captivator…. I never knew I would long for such restraints.
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Gently applied, softer than lambs wool … with tentative whisper
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And with this I had goose bumps…
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As I was writing also…
The power of mind and word limitless when souls drink from the same cup.
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And it is our hands cupped , fingers entangled carrying a potion of light of our truth of this soulful meet.
Have a great day Diana!!
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Sighing…you have made it shine indeed β€
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