His dog came running and his tongue jumped into the pool of water,
I stood beside the array of crasynthmums wating for the door to open,
He walked out into the balcony and hugged his dog.
I stood admiring his bare body with sweat dripping from his chest,
I turned into a honey bee and flew to sit on his shoulder,
I swirled around him, high on his aroma.
Sat beside him till the dusk, on his hand, in his hair, on his lips
emerging in his fluids,
I flew inside his bedroom and sat on his bed
A long strand of hair lay on the lipstick kissed pillow,
He came inside the bedroom and saw me sitting on his pillow
He rolled a newspaper to kill me,
he ran after me and I flew away from him
out of his door and away from the row of crasynthmums.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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high on passion high on life,
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