Morning Dreams
mornings,
are mostly dreamy.
and then,
when the waves of passion,
leave you
smouldering,
like fire
after being,
drenched in rain,
will you still reach out
and say out loud ?
all the poetry,
you whispered ,
while your hair traced rippled,
lines on my face,
while your nails.
left marks
on pristineness of your whiteness?
mornings,
are mostly dreamy.
From warmth seeping out
slowly.
tiptoeing out to meet the sun,
from between the bodies.
What was that you said?
When I turned over and vanished,
in the dark haze of sleep.
Sunil R Nair, 10 Jan 2005
are mostly dreamy.
and then,
when the waves of passion,
leave you
smouldering,
like fire
after being,
drenched in rain,
will you still reach out
and say out loud ?
all the poetry,
you whispered ,
while your hair traced rippled,
lines on my face,
while your nails.
left marks
on pristineness of your whiteness?
mornings,
are mostly dreamy.
From warmth seeping out
slowly.
tiptoeing out to meet the sun,
from between the bodies.
What was that you said?
When I turned over and vanished,
in the dark haze of sleep.
Sunil R Nair, 10 Jan 2005
Labels: poetry
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4 Comments:
mmmm... very dreamy indeed! ;-)
if there were a rating system with sighs, this would be way up there on 'wish i had written that list' (growing with every poem you write!)...love it!
Love this poem Sunil...what I like about it is the almost voyeuristic-like peek I get into the romantic life of the couple in the poem. To repeat what Manisha said I wish I had written this!
beautiful and very visual like most of your poetry .
Loved the way it ended.
Susmita
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