No one at home for a day or two
With the merriment of being left alone
A girl in me peeping up,
I turn this way and that
On my lousy silky bed
Hands cupped the cheeks
to heat up the thrill
curling like a cute earthworm in circles
The bedspread twisting round
On my lousy loosened body
I pretend not to see the day widely opened
splashing its rigorous beams
wake up calls unheard.
6 thoughts on “Freedom”
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A splendidly care free louche poetic divertissement rendered with the author’s customary aplomb.
Thank you, dear Louis Kasatkin.
Delightful capture of a state of mind.
Thank you, dear Vijay Nair.
Freedom to be as you are and to enjoy this carefreeness when you are alone! Wonderful write!
Certainly, one long to have certain moments left for self-entertainment. Thank you Anoucheka for your appreciative remark.