Vision of thought
Gives less warmth
Than when you
Touch me soft
It precipitates
In your silent becoming
What earlier
Was born as ‘I’
The more I
Paddle my life
All streak’s trail
Dissolve thy way
Your pliant form
Reminded me
How tender and supple
Was my breast
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nice poem!
So much thanks Reena Prasad!
The gentle caresses of the poem’s exquisite cadences burrow deep intro the reader’s perceptions.
Thy every words peeps deeper into my soul, Sir Louis Kasatkin!
profound write…:-)
Maaya Di… 🙂 _()_